
Tony: Man I wish I had friends.

Mouse: Squeak squeak.

Tony: So since I'm stuck down here, what've I got to eat?

Tony: Maybe I can kill that mouse.

Mouse: Squeak squeak. Remind you of anything, moron?

Tony: Oh, yeah, I do have friends!

Tony: Wait, did that mouse just talk?


Tony: Right! Rudolph's hopeless romantic of a sister gave me a dead mouse! Still really, really gross.

*really doesn't want to give her the wrong idea, but kind of has no choice*

*whistles*

Anna: Someone needs assistance! I think that's Tony!

Anna: Why does no one else seem to hear him?


Anna: Wake up! Wake up!

Rudolph: Five more minutes, Mum. Please!

Anna: Wake up, you idiot brother! Tony's in trouble! He needs us.

Rudolph: He needs what?

Anna: He needs us! Oh, how beautiful! We do have a chance!

Rudolph: He spent ten minutes explaining to you that we're all nine and it wouldn't work, anyway.

Rudolph: Besides, we need to get moving.
Anna: Oh, alright.

Anna: But we burn up in the sun, remember? Sparkling won't come out for another five years!

Rudolph: We'll figure something out.

Rudolph: Like maybe that helmet.

Anna: Think this tapestry should do to cover the rest of us.

Gregory: What the bloody hell are you two doing?

Rudolph: Oh, great. Look who's up.

Rudolph: Stay here and be a plot device, alright?

Rudolph: Seems safe enough. Let's go.


Bob: Oh, God. Finally home.

Bob: Wait a minute....

Bob: Hey!

Bob: You two kids get back here!

Rudolph: Terribly sorry, sir.

Bob: Who're you? And why are you running arou---


Bob: You're Rudolph.

*taps*

Rudolph: Please don't tap that. I have very sensitive hearing.

Bob: I'm sorry, Rudolph. And I don't mean to drag you into my conflict with my son, either.
Rudolph: Of course, sir. Of course.

Bob: Wow. Good manners.
Rudolph: Thank you.

Bob: But do you have any idea how many people I had to explain this to, Tony? Do you have any idea how embarrasing it was? Don't you ever do that again!
Anna: (attempting mimicry) Sorry, Dad. Won't happen again.

Bob: When did you become so polite? I don't know who you are, Rudolph, but you're an excellent influence on my son.
Rudolph: Thank you, sir.
Bob: Well...uh...carry on, but be sure to get back by six.
Rudolph: Wouldn't dream of anything else.

Rudolph: Have a nice day! The weather's lovely!

Dottie: Alright, what just happened?


Bob: Tony's being polite.
Dottie: Maybe that isn't so bad.
Bob: I know.

Dottie: And you know what else isn't so bad?
Bob: I think I can take a wild guess.
Dottie: I think you can.


Bob: Thank God Tony's out of the house.
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