Pinocchio movie 3 online text:
Stromboli! Remember, Gideon, the time I tied strings on you and passed you off as a puppet? We nearly put one over on that old gypsy that time. A little wooden boy. Now, who'd have. A wooden boy! Look, Giddy, look! It's amazing. A live puppet without strings. A thing like that ought to be worth a fortune to someone. Now let me see. That's it! Stromboli! Why, that fat old faker would give his... Listen. If we play our cards right, we'll be on Easy Street, or my name isn't Honest John. Quick, we'll head him off. Shh! Now's our... No, no, stupid. Don't be crude. Let me handle this. Here he comes. Ah, yes, Skinny, as I was saying to the Duchess only yesterday... Oh! Oh, how clumsy of me. Oh, my, my, my, my. Oh, I'm terribly sorry. Oh, I do hope you're not injured. I'm all right. Oh, splendid. Well, well, hmm. Quite a scholar, I see. Look, Giddy, a man of letters. Here's your book. I'm going to school. School. Ah, yes. Then you haven't heard of the easy road to success. No? I'm speaking, my boy, of the theatre. Here's your apple. Bright lights, music, applause, fame! Fame? Yes! And with that personality, that profile, that physique, why, he's a natural born actor, eh, Giddy? But I'm going... Straight to the top. Why, I can see your name in lights, lights six feet high. Uh... What is your name? Pinocchio. Pinocchio! P-I-N... Eh, uh... U-O... Eh, P-I... Eh... We're wasting precious time. Come, on to the theatre. Hi diddle dee dee An actor's life for me A high silk hat and a silver cane A watch of gold with a diamond chain Hi diddle dee day An actor's life is gay It's great to be a celebrity An actor's life for me Hi diddle dee dum An actor's life is fun Whew! Fine onscience I turned out to be. Late the first day. Oh, well, he can't get in much trouble... between here and school. Oh, boy, a parade! An actor's life for me Hi diddle dee dee An actor's life for me Huh? A waxed mustache and a beaver coat A pony cart and a billy goat Hi diddle dee dum Why, it's... it's Pinoke. Hey! An actor's life is fun Where you goin'? You wear your hair in a pompadour You ride around in a coach and four Wait! You stop and buy out a candy store Halt! An actor's life for me Hold on there! Pinoke! Hi diddle dee dee An actor's life for me With clothes that come from the finest shops Hey, Pinoke. And lots of peanuts and soda pop, Hi... Hey! What was that? Oh, it's Jiminy! Whatcha doin' up there? Huh? Who? Wha-Wha-Wha-What? Wha... Who? Jiminy? Up where? Shh! Why, my boy, huh, you must be seeing things. Oh, no, that's my conscience. He... Now, now, now.Just calm down. Why, there's nothing up there to be afraid of. Oh! Psst! Pinoke! Psst! Pinoke! Over here. Over here. Oh,Jiminy! I'm going to be an actor. All right, son, take it easy now. Remember what I said about temptation? Well, that's him. Oh, no,Jiminy, that's Mr Honest John. Honest John? Get this thing off. Get me outta here! Get me out of here! Oh! All right then, here's what we'll tell 'em: You can't go to the theatre, say "Thank you just the same," you're sorry but you've got to go to school. Mm-hmm. Pinocchio! Oh, Pinocchio! Here they come, Pinoke. Now, you tell 'em. Oh, little boy! Ah, there you are! Now, where were we? Ah, yes, on to the theatre! Goodbye,Jiminy! Goodbye! Hi diddle dee dee An actor's life for me Goodbye? Huh? Goodbye? Hey, Pinoke, you can't. A high silk hat and a silver cane A watch of gold with a diamond chain There he goes. Oh, what'll I do? I'll run and tell his father. Hi diddle dee day An actor's life is gay No, that'd be snitching. I'll go after him myself. Ladies and gentlemen, to conclude the performance of this great show, Stromboli the Master Showman... that's a-me... and by special permission of the management that's a-me too is presenting to you omething you will absolutely refuse to believe. Well, looks like a sell-out. Introducing the only marionette... who can sing and dance... absolutely without the aids of strings. I hope so. The one and only Pinocchio! Hmph! What a build-up. I got no strings to hold me dow Go ahead, make a fool of yourself. Then maybe you'll listen to your conscience. Cute kid. I got no strings to hold me down To make me fret or make me frown I had strings but now I'm free There are no strings on me Heigh-ho the merry-o That's the only way to be I want the world to know Nothing ever worries me I got no strings so I can have fun What I told you, huh? I'm not tied up with anyone They got strings but you can see There are no strings on me You have no strings Your arms is free To love me by the Zuider Zee Ja, ja, ja If you would woo I'd bust my strings for you You got no strings Comme ci, comme ca Your savoir faire is ooo-la-la I've got strings but entre nous I'd cut my strings for you Down where the Volga flows There's a Russian rendezvous Where me and Ivan go But I'd rather go with you, hey Hey! There are no strings on me Hmm, they like him. He's a success. Gosh, maybe I was wrong. Well, guess he won't need me any more. What does an actor want with a conscience anyway? What could have happened to him? Where could he be at this hour? I'd better go out again and look for him. And remember, nobody eats a bite until I find him. I got-a no strings but I got-a the brain I buy a new suit and I swing-a the chain I eat-a the best and I drink-a champagne I got-a no strings on me Bravo, Pinocchio! They like me. Hmm, two hundred. You are sensational! Ya mean I'm good? Ahh, three hundred. You are colossal! Does that mean I'm an actor? Sure. I will push you in the public's eye. Your face, she will be on everybody's tongue. Will she? Ye... Uh, huh? What's this? Ahhh! For you, my little Pinocchio. For me? Gee, thanks! I'll run right home and tell my father. Home? Oh, sure. Going home to your father. Oh, that is very comical! Ya mean it's funny? Oh, sure! Yes. I'll be back in the morning. Be back in the morning. Going home. There, this will be your home, where I can find you always. No, no, no! Yes, yes, yes! To me you are belonging. We will tour the world. Paris. London. Monte Carlo. "Constantinopolee." No, no! Yes! We start tonight! Hmm. You will make lots of money... for me! And when you are growing too old, you will make good... firewood! Let me outta here! I gotta get out! You can't keep me! Quiet! Shut-a up... before I knock-a you silly! Good night, my little wooden gold mine. No! No, wait! Let me out! I'll tell my father! Giddyap! Get along there.