Valiant (2005) quotes

View Quote Elsa: Listen to your mother! You can't go!
Valiant: Mum, there's a war going on, and I want to do my bit.
Elsa: Why, why, why?
Valiant: Oh, Mum! Goodbye. [Before Valiant can leave, Elsa grabs his tail]
Elsa: Those falcons are going to tear you apart!
Valiant: Oh, Mum!
Elsa: My dear little baby!
Valiant: Mum! Mother, that's not helping! [Elsa lets go of Valiant and he crashes] Mother, honestly I'm going to be fine.
Elsa: [Shows him a picture of an egg] You were such a cute little egg.
Valiant: Oh, Mum. I'm not an egg anymore. It's time I left the nest. No one thinks I can do this, and it may be my only chance to show them and myself that they're wrong.
Elsa: Well, at least have some breakfast before you go. [Spits out a bug.]
Valiant: Oh, Mum. Ugh! No, thanks.
Elsa: Oh, Valiant.
Valiant: Right, then. I love you. Goodbye!

View Quote Felix: So, what's the news from the front?
Gutsy: Can't say of course. Classified. But danger is our business.
Valiant: [grunts] Let me through. Got to get to Wing Comman- [slips; crowd laughs] Excuse me, Wing Commander?
Gutsy: Yes?
Valiant: Sir, where do I sign up?
Unnamed Pigeon: Are you a bit on the wee side? (crowd laughs)
Gutsy: [clears throat] There always a place for a few valiant birds. Sign up is tomorrow in London. Love to stay and chat but duty calls and we must answer. Beaks up, boys [drinks juice] Let's make wind.

View Quote Messenger: Wing Commander Gutsy, this just in from a seagull near Dover: None of them made it back alive!
Gutsy: None of them? But those were some of our top fliers.
Messenger: I'm sorry, Sir. I'm just the messenger pigeon.
Gutsy: [sighs] If we don't find some more birds fast, our goose is going to be cooked.

View Quote Monty: [Pulls down a curtain of a pigeon] Friend or foe?
Pigeons: Foe!
Monty: No, you idiots! It's a pigeon! [Pulls down another curtain of a falcon] Friend or foe?
Pigeons: Foe! No, friend. Friend, or maybe...
Monty: No, it's a foe!
Pigeon: Ah, yes.
Monty: [Pulls down a curtain of ink splats] Friend or Foe?

View Quote Valiant: Come on! Chin up, Valiant! Stiff upper-beak.
Gutsy: Gentlemen, get ready to drop!
Tailfeather: Are you ready to drop?
Toughwood: I think I dropped already!
Gutsy: It's okay to be scared! I'd be worried if you weren't. It won't get better, but you'll get used to it! Go! Go! Go! It's jammed!
Valiant: Sir, let me help you!
Gutsy: NO! Go now! That's an order!
Valiant: Yes, sir. Come on Gutsy, get out of there! (groans) Oh, come on.

View Quote Valiant: We’re all a bit thirsty. If we could have some cold drinks, that would be nice.
Monty: Of course. That can certainly be arranged. [Yells at him] RIGHT AFTER I SPROUT FEET FEATHERS AND TURN INTO A FLAMINGO!!!

View Quote As homing pigeons, it's our duty to transport messages... in the worst of conditions: wind, rain, sleet, snow. Bombs exploding, bullets flying! As if that weren't enough, Mother Nature has the audacity to create a little something called... the Falcon! [revealing the picture of the Falcon at them] Twenty pounds of pigeon-eating muscle, measuring five of your wingspans. They like to blindside their prey at speeds in excess of 200 miles per hour. But not to bite, not yet. The first strike is merely for impact. They'll let you drop a bit, making sure you're defenseless, then scoop you up in their razor-sharp talons. And in the dark of the night, you'll have but a split second to recognize friend from foe.

View Quote Let's make wind!

View Quote Who is this Gutsy geezer anyway?

View Quote [sighs] If we don't find more birds fast, our goose is going to be cooked!

View Quote [to his comrades] Steady lads! Were almost home. Just a few flaps more, we be over the White Cliffs of Dover!