An American Tail: Fievel Goes West Quotes
A family of Emigre mice decide to move out to the west, unaware that they are falling into a trap perpetrated by a smooth talking cat.
Wylie Burp: Let this sleepin' dog lie, son. Dog-gone it, I'm dog tired. I'm tired of leading the dog's life and fightin' likes cats and dogs against cats and dogs, a young pup's doggin' my trail tryin' to become top dog. I'm going to the dogs in a dog eat dog world, son. I... I'm so far over the hill... I'm on the bottom of the other side.
Wylie Burp: [to Tiger on top of a cliff] Suck in you're paunch, boy.
Tiger: [sucks in his paunch, causing his upper body to look like a balloon]
Wylie Burp: Good. Now saunter on out there one leg in front of the other. Slow and easy.
Tiger: [makes farting noises as he walks along the cliff, but falls off the side and flys around like a deflated balloon]
Tiger: [sitting on the ground] I hoit myself.
Tiger: [sucks in his paunch, causing his upper body to look like a balloon]
Wylie Burp: Good. Now saunter on out there one leg in front of the other. Slow and easy.
Tiger: [makes farting noises as he walks along the cliff, but falls off the side and flys around like a deflated balloon]
Tiger: [sitting on the ground] I hoit myself.
Cat R. Waul: Which would you rather have, the crouton or the entire caesar salad? Of course we're going to eat the mice, but only after we have exploited their labors. See, we are nice to the mice because it is intelligent to be so. If we act sweetly, they will come in droves. If we hiss, they will run and we will have to chase after them, an unnecessary expenditure of calories.
Cat R. Waul: [after pulling to activate a trap door on stage which an opera singing mouse falls into] Terrible! Terrible! Absolutely, positively apalling. I must have a voice to match the occulence of this sal...
[Fievel, scrambles up behind Cat R. Waul, picks up a fork and stabs him in the butt]
Cat R. Waul: OON!
[Jumps out of his clothes through the ceiling to an upper level saloon where a lady grabs him]
Lady at Saloon: Oh, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy! Pussy pussy! Oh, pussy!
[Wriggles out, falls down the hole back into his clothes on the stage]
Cat R. Waul: Humans! Yeeuk. So shiny and pleh!
[to Chula]
Cat R. Waul: Right. I want the subversive who tried to asassinate me found.
T.R. Chula: I just love findin' subversives. Boss, what's a subversive?
Cat R. Waul: Someone who doesn't have very long to live.
[Fievel, with his shirt caught on the needle of a record player, tries to run and plays some music, which Cat R. Waul notices]
Cat R. Waul: Ah. If it isn't my diminuitive friend from the train.
Fievel: Cat R. Waul! I heard what you said about the Mouseburgers, and I'm gonna tell everyone. I'm gonna get Wily Burp. Cause he's the law.
Cat R. Waul: The Wily Burp?
[the saloon erupts in laughter]
Cat R. Waul: That quaint historical figure?
[Cat R. Waul picks him up on a fork]
Cat R. Waul: Simply put, Mouseling. I am the law here. And you are a mere hors d'oeuvre.
[Fievel, scrambles up behind Cat R. Waul, picks up a fork and stabs him in the butt]
Cat R. Waul: OON!
[Jumps out of his clothes through the ceiling to an upper level saloon where a lady grabs him]
Lady at Saloon: Oh, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy! Pussy pussy! Oh, pussy!
[Wriggles out, falls down the hole back into his clothes on the stage]
Cat R. Waul: Humans! Yeeuk. So shiny and pleh!
[to Chula]
Cat R. Waul: Right. I want the subversive who tried to asassinate me found.
T.R. Chula: I just love findin' subversives. Boss, what's a subversive?
Cat R. Waul: Someone who doesn't have very long to live.
[Fievel, with his shirt caught on the needle of a record player, tries to run and plays some music, which Cat R. Waul notices]
Cat R. Waul: Ah. If it isn't my diminuitive friend from the train.
Fievel: Cat R. Waul! I heard what you said about the Mouseburgers, and I'm gonna tell everyone. I'm gonna get Wily Burp. Cause he's the law.
Cat R. Waul: The Wily Burp?
[the saloon erupts in laughter]
Cat R. Waul: That quaint historical figure?
[Cat R. Waul picks him up on a fork]
Cat R. Waul: Simply put, Mouseling. I am the law here. And you are a mere hors d'oeuvre.
Papa Mousekiwitz: They call America the land of oppurtunity. Oppurtunity for what? For children to play in the filthy streets? To never see the sun shine? Fievel's birthday is coming! And we don't even have enough money for presents.
Fievel: Oh, Papa, I don't care.
Tanya Mousekewitz: I could always sing in front of the gift shop, and maybe they'll throw presents.
Papa Mousekiwitz: How sweetly blessed I am to have such fine children! Maybe things will get better!
Fievel: Oh, Papa, I don't care.
Tanya Mousekewitz: I could always sing in front of the gift shop, and maybe they'll throw presents.
Papa Mousekiwitz: How sweetly blessed I am to have such fine children! Maybe things will get better!
[Fievel catches up with Tanya after she sang her song to the cats]
Fievel: Tanya, let's get out of here!
Tanya Mousekewitz: [dramatically] I must stay. My public needs me.
Fievel: I can't leave you here; it's dangerous!
[Tanya writes Fievel a note and leaves]
Fievel: [reads slowly] 'Thank you for your adulation'?
[minus Fievel, the whole picture goes black, Fievel is doomed]
Fievel: Tanya!
Fievel: Tanya, let's get out of here!
Tanya Mousekewitz: [dramatically] I must stay. My public needs me.
Fievel: I can't leave you here; it's dangerous!
[Tanya writes Fievel a note and leaves]
Fievel: [reads slowly] 'Thank you for your adulation'?
[minus Fievel, the whole picture goes black, Fievel is doomed]
Fievel: Tanya!
Papa Mousekiwitz: What's the matter, Fievel my son? You should be happy we are going out west.
Fievel: I never got a chance to say goodbye to Tiger. Will I ever see him again?
Papa Mousekiwitz: Who am I to know? Tiger was a wonderful cat, but he was still a cat. Someday, you will understand.
Fievel: When, Papa? When will I understand?
Papa Mousekiwitz: Fievel, if growing up were so easy, would it take so long?
Fievel: I never got a chance to say goodbye to Tiger. Will I ever see him again?
Papa Mousekiwitz: Who am I to know? Tiger was a wonderful cat, but he was still a cat. Someday, you will understand.
Fievel: When, Papa? When will I understand?
Papa Mousekiwitz: Fievel, if growing up were so easy, would it take so long?
[Fievel and Tiger are both lost in the desert; they see each other in the distance]
Fievel: Tiger!
Tiger: Fievel! I've been searching all over for you!
Fievel: Tiger! Is that you?
Tiger: Fievel!
Fievel: Nope. Bet it's another mirage.
Tiger: Oh, Fievel, I just can't tell you how much I wish... you weren't... a mirage.
[They pass each other]
Fievel: Hi, mirage of Tiger.
Tiger: Hi, mirage of Fievel.
Fievel: Tiger!
Tiger: Fievel! I've been searching all over for you!
Fievel: Tiger! Is that you?
Tiger: Fievel!
Fievel: Nope. Bet it's another mirage.
Tiger: Oh, Fievel, I just can't tell you how much I wish... you weren't... a mirage.
[They pass each other]
Fievel: Hi, mirage of Tiger.
Tiger: Hi, mirage of Fievel.
Tiger: [Passes by a buffalo skeleton] Don't they ever dust this place? A guy can make a fortune out here selling...
[the skeleton rises up and tries to attack Tiger; Tiger turns around and the skeleton goes back to where it was]
Tiger: ... vacuum cleaners.
[the skeleton rises up again, then back when Tiger turns; this happens repeatedly until the skeleton breaks into a tap-dance routine and collapses]
Tiger: Dancing buffalo bones. Nah!
[the skeleton suddenly jumps over Tiger, trapping him; Indian mice, which had been moving the skeleton in the first place, surround him]
[the skeleton rises up and tries to attack Tiger; Tiger turns around and the skeleton goes back to where it was]
Tiger: ... vacuum cleaners.
[the skeleton rises up again, then back when Tiger turns; this happens repeatedly until the skeleton breaks into a tap-dance routine and collapses]
Tiger: Dancing buffalo bones. Nah!
[the skeleton suddenly jumps over Tiger, trapping him; Indian mice, which had been moving the skeleton in the first place, surround him]
