Nehemiah Persoff credited as playing...
Papa
- Papa: Absolutely not!
- Fievel: But, Papa...
- Papa: But, Papa nothing! What? You wanna crawl down some rat hole...
- [to Dr. Dithering]
- Papa: No offense.
- Dithering: Oh, none taken.
- Papa: After some cockamamie buried treasure?
- Fievel: It's not cockamamie, it's real!
- [runs over to Mama]
- Fievel: Mama, can't I go?
- Mama: [sarcastically] Sure. So what if it gives your mother a heart attack from worrying? Go. Enjoy.
- Fievel: Ah, Mama, I'll be okay, and I'll come back with a treasure.
- Papa: Ah, feh! Where is the proof? A so-called map? Not even written in a language! Just a bunch of d-d-d-d-doodles!
- Tanya: I think it's pretty.
- Papa: Tanya, don't help!
- Fievel: Papa, why did we leave Russia?
- Papa: We were going to be eaten. You need a better reason?
- Fievel: Papa, I'm serious! You always say that in America, if a mouse works hard and get lucky, he can make a fortune.
- Papa: So?
- Fievel: So finding the map was the lucky part. Going down that tunnel, that's the hard work.
- Tony: Filly's right, Mr. M. We're never gonna make it workin' for those fat rats at the factory.
- Fievel: Please, Papa. There's no reason to be afraid.
- [Papa imagines the factory owners glaring down at him and shakes it off]
- Papa: Okay, So, go.
- [Mama sobs heavily]
- Tanya: He can't go, he's just a kid! I'm older, let me go!
- Fievel: Tanya, don't help!
- Mama: No! If Tanya goes, nobody goes!
- Papa: Relax, Mama, she's not going.
- Tanya: No fair, no fair, no fair! He always gets to do the exciting stuff, and all I get to do is... laundry.
- Papa: She does have a point.
- Mama: Which only matches the one on your head! Tanya, you are staying here and that is that!
- [Fievel blows a raspberry at Tanya]
- Tanya: I am going to be putting a lot of starch on everything you wear.
- Dithering: I assure you, Madam, there's nothing to be concerned about. Think of it as a, uh, uh, well, think of it as a, uh, a field trip.
- Papa: See?
- Dithering: Think of it as a rite of passage.
- Tony: See?
- Tanya: Think of it as a disaster waiting to happen.
- Papa, Fievel, Mama, Tony: TANYA, DON'T HELP!
- 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]
- 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!