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: Just wishing I could do the job for you, sir. I'd give her a HA! And a HI-YA! And then a OOH-WAH! And I'd kick her, sir.
: See that you remember, you incompetent rodent!
[Throws Bartok across the room
: Oh sure, blame the bat. What the heck? We're easy targets.
: Bartok, get me a comb, find some cologne. I want to look my best! Bartok
: That might take some work, sir. Rasputin
: We're going to a party! Bartok
: A party? Ooh, I could teach you the latest dance step. It starts with, like, a "whoa." And then you get really crazy with the hips, sir. It's fun! Rasputin
: We'll let the Grand Duchess Anastasia have her moment. Bartok
] Aah, who cares? Rasputin
: And then we'll kill her! Bartok
: Right. Kill... kill her? Sir, what happened to the party idea? Rasputin
: That's where I will kill her.
[laughs and tears up newspaper
: Crush her at the height of her glory. Bartok
: And we're back to the crushing. Sir, I'm begging you, please, please forget the girl and get a life! Rasputin
: Oh, I'll get a life, Bartok. Hers!
: Something is happening, Bartok. I could feel the dark forces stirring. Bartok
: I'm not surprised, sir. It's Anastasia. I saw her. Rasputin
: Anastasia, alive?
[His mouth falls out
: Ah, sir? Your lips, they're... Rasputin
: That Romanov brat! Bartok
: Ain't that a kick in the head. I guess a curse isn't what it used to be.
: You know, you really should watch your blood pressure. My nephew Izzy just keeled over mid-mango. Stress, it's a killer, sir. And he was a fruit bat. No meat. No blood even.
: Master! You're alive? Rasputin
: In a matter of speaking!
[Rasputin's eyeball pops out, Bartok catches it
: Whoa, that fell right out there, sir!
: You're on your own, sir! This can only end in tears!
: [after making a deal with Anya
] May I present... Her Royal Highness, the Grand Duchess Anastasia. Anastasia
: Pooka, we are going to Paris! Dimitri
: Uh, the dog stays. Anastasia
: I'm talking about the dog goes. Dimitri
: No, the dog is not going. Anastasia
: I say he's going. Dimitri
: I'm allergic to dogs. Bartok
: [after hearing Dimitri and Anya argue
] Anastasia? Yeah, just one problem there, fella. Anastasia's dead. All the Romanovs are dead. They're dead. Dead, dead, dead. Am I right, my friend?
[to the "relic"
: I mean, how could that be Ana... WAAGHH!
[clinging to the "relic"
: YEEUUGHH! Bartok
: [hanging upside down
] Oh, come on! Am I supposed to believe that thing woke up after all these years, just because some guy claims she's a Romanov? Bartok
: OK, OK, I get the message! Enough already with the glowing and the smoke people! Bartok
: [moves away
] If that thing's come back to life, that must mean... Anastasia's ALIVE! Dimitri
: Just leave the dog. Anastasia
: I am not leaving the dog! Bartok
: And that's her!
: [after landing in Rasputin's lair
] Oh, boy! Ow. I tell you what, ow!
: [seeing a female bat flirt with him
] Wow! I tell you what, wow!
[after he meets a female bat; last lines
: So long everybody.
: Bartok, the magnificent, the specifically terrifically magnificent! A mammal so inflammable he saved the day, thanks to B-A-R-T-O-K!