Barnett Parker credited as playing...
The Dragon (segment "The Reluctant Dragon")
- The Dragon: Sweet little upside-down cake / Cares and woes, you've got'em / Poor little upside-down cake / Your top is on your bottom / Alas, little upside-down cake / Your troubles never stop / Because, little upside-down cake / Your bottom's on your top.
- The Dragon: You've got to be mad to breathe fire, but I'm not mad at anybody.
- The Boy: But try real hard. Concentrate.
- [the dragon tries, but all he can muster is a puny smoke ring]
- The Dragon: Not very good, is it?
- The Boy: Nope. Too bad you're not a real dragon, instead of a punk poet.
- The Dragon: [Angry] "Punk poet"?
- [Now fire is coming out of his mouth]
- The Dragon: Ooh, say that again.
- The Boy: Punk poet.
- The Dragon: Again.
- The Boy: Punk poet.
- The Dragon: Again.
- The Boy: Punk poet.
- The Dragon: [Delighted] Ooh, I'm mad! I'm mad! I'm mad!
- The Boy: Punk poet! Punk poet! Punk poet!
- Sir Giles: Uh, the time has come, you know.
- The Dragon: [clapping excitedly] You mean... I die now?
- Sir Giles: Oh yes indeed. As per-agreed, we'll seal our pact, old thing.
- [placing the lance under the Dragon's arm]
- Sir Giles: Take that!
- The Boy: Do you mind if I recite a poem?
- The Dragon: You, boy? Why, well, oh, not at all!
- Sir Giles: Oh, of course, of course. Rather, rather!
- The Boy: 'Tis evening / From the stars above / A soft mysterious light / Brings thoughts of friendship, joy and love.
- [shouts]
- The Boy: Now how 'bout that fight?
- The Boy: Have you had any nice battles lately?
- The Dragon: Battles? Oh, no, no, no battles. No.
- The Boy: Oh. Oh, probably too busy scourging the countryside and devouring fair damsels, then.
- The Dragon: Scourging? Devouring? Good heavens, no.
- The Boy: But don't you ever do anything desperate?
- The Dragon: Well, yes, I... I do make up poetry.
- The Boy: Poetry?
- The Dragon: Verses, you know? Care to hear my latest sonnet?
- The Boy: Well, I...
- The Dragon: Oh, you'll love this. I call it, "Just A-Drifting".
- [sings]
- The Dragon: Just a-drifting o'er the leaves/Like a dewdrop, fancy free,/Playing with the gentle breezes,/Romping with the bumble beezes./Oh, what fun! Joy never ceases,/Just a-drifting.