Shannen Doherty credited as playing...
Teresa
- Martin: I'm not afraid of the dark.
- Auntie Shrew: Martin.
- Martin: I'm not afraid of the farmer.
- Auntie Shrew: I can't hear.
- Martin: I'm not afraid of Dragon. I'm not even afraid of... of the Great Owl.
- Auntie Shrew: Will you hush up?
- Martin: You hush up.
- Teresa: Martin.
- Auntie Shrew: Precocious monster.
- Martin: Bossy bullfrog.
- Auntie Shrew: Spoiled brat.
- Martin: Loudmouth.
- Auntie Shrew: Well! That will be quite enough. Thank you.
- Martin: Well, I guess we better untie him.
- Teresa: But, Martin.
- Martin: Hey! Mom helped a crow in the field the day before yesterday.
- Cynthia: He's trying to talk.
- Teresa: He looks like a loony.
- Martin: He even took her to see the... The Great Owl.
- Teresa: So?
- Martin: This could be the same crow.
- Jeremy: That's me. I am the crow. Untie me quick. I can't stand it.
- Teresa: What are you doing here?
- Jeremy: It's a good question, but don't ask. The legs, the legs, the legs!
- [Falls down]
- Cynthia: Aw, the poor turkey fall down.
- Jeremy: I'm not a turkey! Your mother...
- Teresa: Where's our mother?
- Jeremy: Hold it. No.
- Martin: You big buzzard. Where's our mother? You better tell me or I'll...
- Jeremy: You're tickling!
- Martin: Or I'll tie you back up again.
- Jeremy: The rosebush to see the rats.
- Teresa: Did you take our mother to the rats?
- Martin: I'm gonna go look for her.
- Jeremy: No, no, listen. Hold it. Wait a minute. The rats, they're friendly. Good. Tonight, stay. They're coming here to move your house where it's safe. Understand? Stay. The Owl said they're good and smart. Get it?
- Martin: You're right. He's a loony.
- Cynthia: Is Timmy gonna die?
- Mrs. Brisby: No, sweetheart. He's just very sick.
- Teresa: What's the matter with him, Mother?
- Mrs. Brisby: Mr. Ages called it pneumonia.
- Teresa: Pneumonia.
- Cynthia: When will he get better?
- Mrs. Brisby: Soon, I hope.
- Mrs. Brisby: [after Auntie Shrew has left after being mistreated by Martin, she glares seriously at Teresa, Martin and Cynthia] Well, children, now, you've done it.
- Teresa: [making a point] It was Martin.
- Mrs. Brisby: [understanding; as she crosses to the fireplace to mix Timothy's medicine with a broth] The Shrew means well. She only wants to help.
- Martin: [feeling guilty over his behavior in front of Auntie Shrew, as he follows Mrs. Brisby into Timothy's bedroom] Gosh, I'm sorry, Mom.
- Jeremy: You can't leave me here like... There's a... There's a... He's very big
- [stammers]
- Auntie Shrew: Good. Good riddance. Teresa, Martin! That's the least you deserve.
- Teresa: Auntie.
- Auntie Shrew: There you are! Keep an eye on this hooligan. Make sure he doesn't get away until I can get help. And as for you, you black buzzard, I wouldn't try anything. I shall return.