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Full Quotes FIDGET: A dog came. I ran. I had baby bonnet, girl in bag and Basil chased me. PROFESSOR RATIGAN: What? Basil on the case! Why you gibbering little... Oh, my dear Fidget. You have been hanging upside down too long. FIDGET: You mean, you're not mad? I'm glad you're taking it so well. Not me, you idiot. No, stop you stupid fur ball! Open up! Ay! Ah! PROFESSOR RATIGAN: You're hurting my wings! How dare that idiot Basil poke his nose into my scheme and foul up everything! FIDGET: Let me out! Let me out! Help... PROFESSOR RATIGAN: I can just see that insufferable grin on his smug face. Yes, yes, I can just see it. Felicia, release him. FIDGET: I'm too young to die!
 
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PROFESSOR RATIGAN: Fidget, you delightful little maniac. You've presented me with a singular opportunity. Poor Basil! Oh, he is in for a little surprise. BASIL: Offhand, I can deduce very little. Only that the words are written with a broad-pointed quill pen which has spattered, twice. That the paper is of native Mongolian manufacture, no watermark. And has been gummed, if I'm not in error by a bat who has been drinking Rodent's Delight, a cheap brandy sold only in the seediest pubs. DAVID DAWSON: Hmm. Amazing. BASIL: Oh, not really, doctor. We still don't know where it came from. Perhaps a closer inspection will tell us something. Mmm-hmm. Hmm. Mmm-hmm. Coal dust. Clearly of the type used in sewer lamps. DAVID DAWSON: But Basil. PROFESSOR RATIGAN: Shh. Don't speak! Excuse me, Dawson. Steady hand. Yes. Yes. Good. Come along, come along, come along, come along, come along. Good, good. Mmm. No, bad. Good, good. Go, yeah. Come along. Come along, come on. Don't go back up. Yes. Come along. Come on. Yes... Yes! We've done it, old fellow! This reaction could only have been triggered by the paper's extreme saturation with distillation of sodium chloride. DAVID DAWSON: Salt water? Great Scott. BASIL: It proves, beyond a doubt, this list came from the riverfront area. DAVID DAWSON: Now, steady on there, Basil. BASIL: No, no. Elementary, my dear Dawson. We merely look for a seedy pub at the only spot where the sewer connects to the waterfront. Stay, Toby. Stay. DAVID DAWSON: Basil? BASIL: Come, come, Dawson. DAVID DAWSON: I feel utterly ridiculous. BASIL: Don't be absurd. You look perfect. DAVID DAWSON: Perfect? Perfectly foolish. BASIL: Shh, shh, shh, shh. Dawson, stay close and do as I do. DAVID DAWSON: Oh, I do beg your pardon, madam. Quite unintentional I assure you. How impertinent! BASIL: Remember, we're low-life ruffians. DAVID DAWSON: I was until that... Shh, shh. Get off, you eight-legged bum! BAR MAID: What's your pleasure, mates? DAVID DAWSON: I'll have a dry sherry with, uh... BASIL: Oh, perhaps a twist of... for me and my shipmate. Oh, by the way, we just got into port. We're looking for an old friend of mine. Maybe you know him. Goes by the name of Ratigan! BAR MAID: I... uh... never heard of him. BASIL: Boo! Yeah! Dawson. Dawson! DAVID DAWSON: What? Wha... What! What in heaven's name is going on? I've spotted our peg-legged... BASIL: Come on, old fellow. There's not a moment to lose. FIDGET: Let me be good to you So dream on and drink your beer Your baby's here DAVID DAWSON: Basil? Basil? BASIL: Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh. Follow me. DAVID DAWSON: Great Scott. I can't see a thing. BASIL: Grab my coat and follow along. DAVID DAWSON: No, no, no, not that way. BASIL: Dawson, look out for your... Confound it! DAVID DAWSON: Do you have any idea where we're going? BASIL: But of course. Left turn. Right turn here, doctor. A-ha! Dawson! We found it! Ratigan's secret lair. DAVID DAWSON: And it's filthier than I imagined. BASIL: Dawson, the bottle! It's stuck. DAVID DAWSON: Olivia? FIDGET: Surprise! PROFESSOR RATIGAN: Bravo! Bravo! A marvelous performance. Though, frankly, I expected you 15 minutes earlier Trouble with the chemistry set, old boy? BASIL: Ratigan, no one can have a higher opinion of you than I have, and I think you're a slimy, contemptible sewer rat. PROFESSOR RATIGAN: By the way, Basil, I just love your disguise. Really, one would hardly recognize you. The greatest detective in all mousedom! BASIL: Ratigan, so help me, I'll see you behind bars yet! PROFESSOR RATIGAN: You fool! Isn't it clear to you? The superior mind has triumphed. I've won! Oh, I love it! I love it! Oh, I love it! I love it! You don't know what a delightful dilemma it was trying to decide on the most appropriate method for your demise. I had so many ingenious ideas, I didn't know which to choose. So, I decided to use them all. Marvelous, isn't it? But here, let me show you how it works. Picture this. First, a sprightly tune I've recorded especially for you. As the song plays, the cord tightens, and when the song ends, the metal ball is released, rolling along its merry way until... Snap! Boom. Twang. Thunk. Splat! And, so ends the short, undistinguished career of Basil of Baker Street. DAVID DAWSON: You're despicable! PROFESSOR RATIGAN: Yes. Everything's ready? FIDGET: All set, boss. PROFESSOR RATIGAN: Oh, this is wicked! So delightfully wicked. Mr. Flaversham, let me congratulate you on a superb piece of craftsmanship. See what you can do with the proper motivation? You all know the plan. THUG GUARD: Right, professor.
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