Quotes

Babes in Toyland

Jill: Are you Tom's girlfriend?
Mary: I'm his boss.
Tom Piper: But... I think she'd rather be my girlfriend.
Mary: Right, when cats play fiddles.
[a cat playing "Here come the bride" to a newly wed plate and spoon with his fiddle]
Tom Piper: [laughing] What do you know, he's playing our song.

Barnaby Crookedman: Oh come, come, my dear. I offering far more than the place is worth. Even you father Could have seen that.
Mary: Mr. Barnaby, the factory is not for sale. Papa build this factory. Without it there wouldn't be any toyland.
Barnaby Crookedman: Hmm, how true. Which makes the thought of the old factory closing down, dovelly destressing, doesn't it.
Mary: Why would we close down?
Barnaby Crookedman: No toy orders from Santa Claus. It's all over toyland, that Tom Piper never returned from the North Pole. I even heard the goblins had him for dinner.
[snickering]
Tom Piper: [justed entered the room] Oh really, and how did I taste?
Barnaby Crookedman: Stay out of this Piper. And since, Santa's order is the mainstay of your business...
[looked at him, shocked]
Barnaby Crookedman: Piper?
Tom Piper: Hey, how you doing?
Mary: Barnaby, this meeting is over.
[She gives money back to Barnaby]
Mary: Take your money and get out.
Barnaby Crookedman: I'll take that as a no. But when I return, it won't be with an offer, but an ultimatum.

Barnaby Crookedman: Dumpty, do you ever ponder the fragility of an egg?
[Points him with his can]
Mr. Dumpty: Now, cut that out!
Barnaby Crookedman: Imagine what may happen, if you were to find yourself... oh, let's say, atop a high wall.
[Barnaby and Dumpty on top on top of a town bridge. Barnaby taps Dumpty]
Barnaby Crookedman: You could have a great fall, and all the king's horses...
[swats Dumpty with his cane]
Barnaby Crookedman: And all the king's men...
[taps him again]
Barnaby Crookedman: Could never put Humpty Dumpty...
[swats at Dumpty, but misses]
Barnaby Crookedman: Together again!
[catches Dumpty by the lanyard of the factory keys, over one side of the bridge]
Mr. Dumpty: Please, Barnaby...
[Barnaby snatches the key, cause the lanyard to break lanyard and send Dumpty falling and screaming before he crashed and broke beneath the bridge on the stone street floor]
Barnaby Crookedman: [chortles] Scat, he's all broken up. That makes two of us!
[snickering wickedly]

Barnaby Crookedman: [Barnaby and Mr. Dumpty are fighting over the key to the Toy Factory] Give me the key, you cholesterol-legged buffoon!
Mr. Dumpty: No! Let go!

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