How DARE you humiliate me! Me! The greatest dancer in the Milky Way! And you, with all your silly little twitchy, goofy, jivy hip-hop trash! You should've left town per my suggestion, Feather-Chump.
I'll be gone soon enough. Polly's buying her freedom in the morning and then we're getting married.
You're going nowhere, pal! Do you know who I am? Take a look! LOOK AT ME!
She'll never marry you.
Wanna bet? Make me look like Feathertop.
Polly is mine! And just when she thinks her dreams have all come true, I'll take her and the little goobers [takes off the magic feather, now back to original self] straight back to the workhouse mill!
I won't let you do this!
How selfish are you? It's my big day and yet everything is you. "Don't kill me. Don't marry my girl." Give a little.
You're crazy to think she won't tell the difference. She'll know it's you. Anyone can smell a rat! You hear me?
Don't flow to the music. Let the music flow to you.
Listen to me! There's no such thing as a girl broom. Except for you, thank heaven, brooms are just brooms. They sweep, they pull down cobwebs, they poke something that may or may not be dead, but not one of them talks and they certainly don't fall in love!
