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The Great Mouse Detective | 2

Full Quotes BARTOLOMEW: Oh, Ratigan You're the tops and that's that Oh, dear. To Ratigan The world's greatest. PROFESSOR RATIGAN: Oh, Felicia, my precious, my baby. Did Daddy's little honey bun enjoy her tasty treat? I trust there will be no further interruptions. And now, as you were singing. BASIL: This case is most intriguing with its multiplicity of elements, its many twists and turns. Now, you're certain you've told me everything? The slightest detail may be important. OLIVIA FLAVERSHAM: It's just as I said. And then my father was gone. DAVID DAWSON: What do you make of it? BASIL: Ratigan's up to something. A crime of the most si The question is... What would he want with a toymaker? Quickly, we've not a moment to lose! DAVID DAWSON: I'm right behind you, Basil. No sign of the blackguard anywhere. BASIL: Not quite, Dawson. He left some rather unusual footprints. They belong to the same fiend who abducted the girl's father. Ratigan's peg-legged lackey. DAVID DAWSON: Uh... Basil? BASIL: A-ha! Excellent work, old man.
MRS. JUDSON: Now there's nothing to be afraid of, my dear. DAWID DAWSON: The scoundrel's quite gone. BASIL: But not for long, Miss Flamhammer. HIRAM FLAVERSHAM: Flaversham! BASIL: Whatever. Now... We simply pursue our peg-legged friend until he leads us to the girl's father. OLIVIA FLAVERSHAM: Then you'll get my daddy back? BASIL: Yes! And quite soon, if I'm not mistaken. Now, hurry along, Dawson. We must be off to Toby's. DAVID DAWSON: Toby's? BASIL: Oh, you must meet him. He's just the chap for this. DAWID DAWSON: You. You want me to come? BASIL: I should think a stout-hearted army mouse like you would leap at the chance for adventure. DAVID DAWSON: Well, I am rather curious. OLIVIA FLAVERSHAM: Wait for me! I'm coming too! BASIL: What? Certainly not! This is no business for children. OLIVIA FLAVERSHAM: Are we going to take a cab? BASIL: My dear, I don't think you understand. It will be quite dangerous. Oh! Why, you. Look what. Young lady, you are most definitely not accompanying us. And that is final! And not a word out of you. Is that clear? I... Shh! SHERLOCK HOLMES: I observe that there's a good deal of German music on the program. It is introspective, and I want to introspect. DR. WATSON: But, Holmes, that music is so frightfully dull. SHERLOCK HOLMES: Come on. BASIL: Toby? Well, my dear, Toby is... DAVID DAWSON: I say, Basil, who is this Toby chap? BASIL: Ah! Here he is now. Dawson, Toby. DAVID DAWSON: Charmed, I'm sure. BASIL: Now, Toby, stop that! Toby, cease! Desist! Frightfully sorry, old man. He has the most splendid sense of smell of any hound I've trained. But he can be deucedly frisky. OLIVIA FLAVERSHAM: Hello, Toby! Silly doggy! Would you like a crumpet? BASIL: Now, Toby? To the matter at hand. I want you to. Good, now, Toby. Toby. I want you to find this fiend. Yes, you know his type. A villain. A scoundrel! Low brow. Close-set eyes. Broken wing. He's a peg-legged bat with a broken wing. Yes! That's the spirit! Got his scent? Good boy! Miss Flamchester! Whatever. Your father is as good as found. Toby, sic 'em! A-ha! Yoinks! Tally-ho! The thrill of the hunt, eh, Dawson? DAVID DAWSON: Quite! Hoo-hoo! Our peg-legged quarry can't be far now. FIDGET: Get the following. Tools. Check. I got tools. Gears. Double-check. I got gears. Girl. No, didn't get girl. Uniforms. I got plenty uniforms. Oh, no. I gotta hide. I gotta hide. I gotta hide! BASIL: Splendid job, Toby! Now, Toby, sit. Toby, sit. OLIVIA FLAVERSHAM: Sit, Toby. BASIL: Good boy. If you'll excuse me. OLIVIA FLAVERSHAM: You be good now. We're going to find my father. BASIL: Here is our friend's entrance. DAVID DAWSON: But, Basil, how could he fit in through such a tiny... BASIL: Observe, doctor. DAVID DAWSON: Basil, you astound me! BASIL: Shh. Oh. DAVID DAWSON: I beg your pardon. Oh, my. Upon my word, I've never seen so many toys. BASIL: Behind any of which could lurk a bloodthirsty assassin. So please, doctor, be very careful. Oh! Please! Quiet. Don't let this girl out of your sight. DAVID DAWSON: Now, Olivia, dear, stay close. BASIL:Hmm... DAVID DAWSON: Checkmate. BASIL: A-ha! Evidence of our peg-legged adversary. Mmm-hmm. Oh, oh, oh, oh. Hmm. How very odd. DAVID DAWSON: What is it, Basil? BASIL: Isn't it painfully obvious, doctor? These dolls have been stripped of their uniforms. And not by any child, either. Hello. Someone has taken the liberty of removing the clockwork mechanisms from these toys. DAVID DAWSON: Basil. BASIL: Please, I'm trying to concentrate. DAVID DAWSON: But Basil, I... Olivia! BASIL: Quickly, doctor! Look out! FIDGET: Bye-bye. Bye-bye! Stop, you fiend! I got the gears, I got the tools I got the uniforms I got the girl DAVID DAWSON: Basil! Basil! Basil! Olivia, she's... DOLL: Mama. BASIL: Yes! She's gone, Dawson! Confound it! I told you to watch over the girl. Now she's been spirited away by that maniacal little monster. Soon to be in the clutches of the most depraved mind in all of London! I should have known better than to... Than to... Eh... I... Uh... Dawson? Dawson? I say, Dawson, old chap? DAVID DAWSON: Poor girl. I should have watched her more closely. BASIL: Don't worry, old fellow. It's not entirely hopeless. We'll get her back. DAVIDDAVSON: Do. Do you think there's a chance? BASIL: There's always a chance, doctor, as long a one can think. DAVID DAWSON: Get the following. Tools, gears... BASIL: What? DAVID DAWSON: girl. BASIL; Get the. Dawson, you've done it! This list is precisely what we need. DAVID DAWSON: What? BASIL: Quickly, back to Baker Street. PROFESSOR RATIGAN: Mr. Flaversham... Allow me to present your charming daughter. HIRAM FLAVERSHAM: Olivia! OLIVIA FLAVERSHAM: Father! FIDGET: Ow! My foot! My only foot! OLIVIA FLAVERSHAM: Oh, Father! I thought I'd never find you. HIRAM FLAVERSHAM: There, there, my bairn. I'm all right. I was so worried about my little girl. PROFESSOR RATIGAN: Oh, how sweet. Oh, I just love tearful reunions. Now, come along, my dear. OLIVIA FLAVERSHAM: Oh, please! Please! HIRAM FLAVERSHAM: Olivia! Oh, please, professor! OLIVIA FLAVERSHAM: Father! HIRAM FLAVERSHAM: Now, now. PROFESSOR RATIGAN: Fidget will take good care of her. That is, as long as we have no further delays. HIRAM FLAVERSHAM: Yes, yes, I'll finish it. Oh, just don't hurt my daughter. PROFESSOR RATIGAN: Remember, it must be ready tonight. OLIVIA FLAVERSHAM: Stop! Let me go! You ugly old thing! FIDGET: That ought to hold you! OLIVIA FLAVERSHAM: Help! Let me out! Let me out! FIDGET: See how you like that. PROFESSOR RATIGAN: Ah, the uniforms. Fidget, I knew I could rely on you. Now, you didn't forget anything? FIDGET: No problem. I took care of everything. Everything on the list. PROFESSOR RATIGAN: What's wrong? FIDGET: The list, I know. PROFESSOR RATIGAN: Where is the list? FIDGET: The list, yeah, yeah, yeah. You see, it was like this. I was in the toy store getting uniforms when I heard. PROFESSOR RATIGAN: You're not coming through.
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