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Berlioz: Well, we almost had a father.
Toulouse: Yeah. Let's go back to bed.
Abigail: Your husband is very charming and very handsome. Thomas O'Malley: Well, you see, I'm not exactly her husband. Amelia: Exactly? Either you are or you're not. Thomas O'Malley: All right. I'm not. Abigail, Amelia: Oh? Amelia: He's scandalous. Abigail: Indeed Amelia: He's absolutely positively a reprobate. Abigail: A roue. Amelia: His eyes are too close together. Abigail: Very shifty, too. Amelia: And look at his crooked smile! Abigail: His chin is very weak, too. Amelia: Obviously a philanderer who triffles with unsuspecting women's hearts. Marie: How romantic.
Scat Cat: Everybody wants to be a cat Because a cat's the only cat who knows where it's at. Thomas O'Malley: Tell me! Everyone is picking up on that feline beat 'Cause everything else is obsolete. Scat Cat: Strictly high-buttoned shoes.
Thomas O'Malley: You know something? I like Uncle Waldo. Duchess: Especially when he's marinated.
Duchess: Thomas, this is Amelia and Abigail Gabble. Thomas O'Malley: Yeah, honey. Get those two web-footed lifeguards out of here. Duchess: Now, Thomas. Thomas O'Malley: Okay, baby. Thomas O'Malley: Hiya, chicks. Abigail Gabble: We're not chickens. We're geese. Thomas O'Malley: No. I thought you were swans.
Marie: Ladies don't start fights, but they can finish them!
Scat Cat: Here you go, small fry. Blow it. Chinese Cat: Boy, he blew it! Italian Cat: But he was close. Chinese Cat: Shang-hai Hong Kong egg fu yung! Fortune cookie always wrong!
Edgar: Duchess, wherever have you been? Roquefort: Look out for the sack. Thomas O'Malley: Well, I guess they won't need me anymore. Edgar: You came back! Roquefort: Oh, isn't fair. Madame Adelaide: Edgar, come quickly! Edgar: Coming, Madame, coming! I'll take care of you later. Madame Adelaide: Oh, Edgar, they're back! I heard them! Hurry, hurry, let them in. Duchess? Kittens? Come here, my darlings. Where are you? Come on. Edgar: Uh, allow me, Madame. Here, kitty, kitty. Roquefort: His name is O' what? Duchess: His name is O'Malley. Toulouse, Marie, Berlioz: O'Malley. Abraham Delacey Guiseppe Casey. Duchess: Oh, never, never mind. Just run, move, and go get him! Roquefort: Yes, yes, I'm on my way! Toulouse: I told you it was Edgar. Berlioz: Aw, shut up, Toulouse. Madame Adelaide: Oh, it's no use, Edgar. I'm afraid it was just the imagination of an old lady. But I was so sure that I heard them. Edgar: I'm so sorry, Madame.
Roquefort: Mr. O'Malley! Hey, stop! Duchess, kittens in trouble. Butler did it. Thomas O'Malley: Duchess and kittens in trouble? Look, you go get Scat Cat and his gang of alley cats. Roquefort: Alley cats? But I'm a mouse! Thomas O'Malley: Look, I'm gonna need help. Roquefort: You mean you want me... Thomas O'Malley: Move! Just tell 'em O'Malley sent you, and you won't have a bit of trouble.
Roquefort: No trouble, he said. Well, that's easy for, ah, for what's-his-name to say. He's got nine lives. I've only got one. Scat Cat: What's a little swinger like you doing on our side of town? Roquefort: Oh, please, ah, I was sent here for help by a cat. Scat Cat: Why, this is outrageous! This is crazy! Kinky! Roquefort: Oh, but, but honest! He told me just to mention his name. Russian Cat: So, start mentioning name, rodent! Roquefort: Now... Oh, now, wait a minute, fellows. Lo... Don... Look, don't rush me. His name is O'Toole. Scat Cat: I don't dig him. Strike one. Roquefort: Oh, ooh, O'Brien! Scat Cat: Strike two. Roquefort: Oh, boy. You believe me, don't you? Hit Cat: Keep talking, mousey. Roquefort: How about O'Grady? Scat Cat: Mousey, you just struck out. Any last words? Roquefort: Oh, no, oh! Why did I listen to that O'Malley cat? Scat Cat: O'Malley? Hit Cat, Peppo, Russian Cat, Shun Gon: O'Malley? Scat Cat: Hold it, cats. This little guy is on the level. Roquefort: You're darn tooting I'm on the level! Peppo: Oh, we didn't mean-a to, to rough-a you, squeaky. Roquefort: Don't worry about me. O'Malley needs help. Duchess and the kittens are in trouble. Scat Cat: Come on, cats. We gotta split. Roquefort: Hey, wait for me! You don't know the way!
Edgar: Now, my little pesky pets, you're going to travel first-class in your own private compartment all the way to Timbuktu. And this time, you'll never come back. Oh, we've got to hurry. The baggage truck will be here any moment now. Ooh! Thomas O'Malley: Over there! They're in the trunk! Roquefort: Quiet! Thomas O'Malley: Everybody out of here fast. Edgar: You're going to Timbuktu if it's the last thing I do. A packageman: Well, Mac, this must be the trunk, eh? A packageman: Yup! And she goes all the way to Timbuktu. Heave ho!
Madame Adelaide: Now, my pets, a little closer together. Good! Good! Look, Georges, what do you think? Georges Hautecourt: Very good, very good! But I think we should get on with the will. Madame Adelaide: Yes, yes, of course. But you know what to do. Georges Hautecourt: Very well. Scratch one butler. Madame Adelaide: You know, Georges, if Edgar had only known about the will... I'm sure he never would have left. Duchess, it's wonderful to have you all back. And I think this young man is very handsome. Shall we keep him in the family? Of course we will. We need a man around the house. And, Georges, we must be sure to provide for their future little ones. Georges Hautecourt: Of course! The more the merrier. Madame Adelaide: Now, don't move. Smile. Say cheese! Roquefort: Did somebody say cheese? Madame Adelaide: Thank you. Now, run along downstairs. There's a surprise for you. Georges Hautecourt: Adelaide, what's that music? Sounds like a gang of swinging hep cats. Madame Adelaide: That's exactly what they are, Georges. They're the start of my new foundation. Georges Hautecourt: What foundation? Madame Adelaide: My home for all the alley cats of Paris. The gang: Everybody, everybody Everybody wants to be a cat Frou-Frou the carriage-horse: Everybody, everybody Everybody wants to be a cat Uncle Waldo: Everybody, everybody Everybody wants to be a cat The gang: Everybody, whoopee Everybody wants to be a cat Lafayette the Basset Hound: Hey, Napoleon, that sounds like the end. Napoleon the Bloodhound: Wait a minute. I'm the leader. I'll say when it's the end. It's the end. Oh, yeah!
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