Ron Perlman credited as playing...
Grasping
- Papa: [to the mob] Stop! Enough! Didn't we come to America to escape such madness? Yet here you are condemning someone based on lies and rumors. Don't you see? The enemy isn't Dr. Dithering or the Indians. It's THEM!
- [points to the factory owners]
- Papa: Dividing us with hatred, ignorance, fear!
- Grasping: Don't listen to him! He's not one of us! He's a foreigner!
- Papa: Mister, we are ALL foreigners. The only ones who really belong here are the Indians. All the rest of us have in common, is our dream of a better life. All we got in common is... America.
- [the crowd cheers]
- Grasping: McBrusque!
- McBrusque: Yes, sir?
- Grasping: Find that Indian cave and turn it into a burial ground!
- McBrusque: Yes, sir!
- Scuttlebutt: Ah, good luck with that.
- McBrusque: Which reminds me, I'm gonna need a guide.
- Scuttlebutt: I'd sooner die than go down there again.
- McBrusque: Well, that just about sums up your choices, doesn't it?
- Papa: Fellow mice... Fellow Americans... I am honored you should ask me to be your negotiator with the factory owners. Thank you.
- [the mice cheer]
- Papa: I hope that we and the owners can work together to make a better future for everyone.
- [the mice cheer again]
- O'Bloat: Must we really make a deal with that riffraff?
- Toplofty: Well, if we don't, they all stay out on strike and we go broke.
- Grasping: Patience. We'll find a way to regain control. Remember, there are lots of ways to skin a cat.
- [Tiger approaches from behind]
- Tiger: I beg your pardon?
- Grasping: Uh, never mind.
- O'Bloat: Eep!
- Toplofty: [to their servants] Move along.
- [the servants, carrying the factory owners, run off]
- Tiger: [puts on a police hat] Oh, I just love my new job! Heh hee!