Lion: Greetings, my good friends. You all, undoubtedly, have been under the delusion or shall I say, misapprehension, that we of the cartoon animal kingdom, are lacking in the finer sensibilities. Now to disprove this we shall ask you to forget our formal pranks and playfulness. We ask you in the name of dignity, and art to put yourselves in a receptive frame of mind. And not to expect of us the foolery, and clowning you generally associate us with. And now, to an all musical program.
Goofy: I know you! You're a ghost.
Doc: Shh! Not so loud. You'll wake her up.
Grumpy: Ah, let her wake up! She don't belong here nohow.
Harvey: Oh, oh, I'm sorry.
Manuel Fidello: What you sorry about?
Harvey: Well, I mean, your father, they didn't find him.
Manuel Fidello: What they need find him for? He all right.
Harvey: Well, but, drowning out in the ocean, all alone at night.
Manuel Fidello: What's the trouble about that? That fine way. The savior, he take my father up to fishermen's heaven - with all his old friends.
Chang: Age is a limit we impose upon ourselves. You know, each time you Westerners celebrate your birthday, you build another fence around your minds.
Erica Burgoyne: We ought to order tea or something if we're going to stay here long.
Old Will: Well, I'd sooner have beers.
Erica Burgoyne: I don't think we can get them at the moment.
Old Will: I better order it, since I'm the man, eh?
Arthur W. Morley: Mrs. Dallas, I wrote you a letter, and in it I stated.
Stella Martin 'Stell' Dallas: You don't have to tell me what you stated, just tell me what you meant.
Flo: I want to be near you. I want you to hold me. Oh! Hold me closer! Closer! Closer.
Dr. Hackenbush: If I hold you any closer, I'll be in back of you.
Lola Marcel, the Singing Nightingale: Tell me, tell me about my dear, dear Daddy! Is it true that he's dead?
Stan: Well, we hope he is, they buried him.
'Dan' Leeson: Well, I guess a man's best friend is his mother.
Hazel Flagg: Oh, Enoch, why did you let me come to New York? If you were only as honest as you look.
Daisy McClure: Helen, if you think you can hold down a job six days a week without Ken knowing it.
Helen Bartlett: It's five days a week.
Daisy McClure: Well, all right, five. I still say that.
Helen Bartlett: And dollars a week and three hours a day. And guess what I am?
Daisy McClure: No, thanks.
Capt. Von Rauffenstein: May the earth lie lightly upon our valiant enemy.
Allan Quartermain: You know, O'Brien, there's only one kind of man that it's useless to argue with.
Patrick 'Patsy' O'Brien: And that is?
Allan Quartermain: A fool.