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Jeremy (Character)
from The Secret of NIMH (1982)

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The Secret of NIMH (1982)
Mrs. Brisby: You keep making all that noise, and Dragon's sure to hear you, if he hasn't already.
Jeremy: Wouldn't you sing too? I mean, if you felt...
[laughs]
Jeremy: if you felt the call of the wild?
Mrs. Brisby: I would not, if I knew there was a cat nearby.
Jeremy: But she's out there, somewhere. And when I find here, I'll feel it way down in my wish bone. I - -What cat?

Jeremy: If I was anywhere near a cat, I'd be sneezing my brains out. You see, I'm alergic to KAAAH!... I'm alergic to KAAY!... I'm alergic to...
[prolonged sneezing fit]

Jeremy: Hey, there's a cat out there!
Mrs. Brisby: Quiet! Does he see you?
Jeremy: No.
[whimpering]
Jeremy: Yes!
Mrs. Brisby: Stand perfectly still.
Jeremy: Everything's fine. He's headed right for us!
Mrs. Brisby: Don't panic. Fast or slow?
Jeremy: Medium. Make that fast, very fast - I have to go now...

Mrs. Brisby: If you're going to feather a nest, you've got a lot to learn about how to treat a lady.
Jeremy: Right. When you're right, you're right, and you're right. None of the girls I meet wanna get serious.
Mrs. Brisby: I doubt they'd survive.

[repeated line]
Jeremy: Excuse me, pardon me.

Jeremy: I think I have real potential. I mean, girls go for the athletic type, don't they?
Mrs. Brisby: Jeremy, you're stepping on my tail.
Jeremy: Oh, yeah! Excuse me, pardon me.

Jeremy: You can't leave me here like this. There's a ca-cat... there's a ca-ca... he's very big, and he might... and he might... Ungh!
Auntie Shrew: Good! Good riddance. Teresa! Martin! That's the least you deserve.
Teresa: Auntie.
Auntie Shrew: There you are! Keep an eye on this hooligan, make sure he doesn't get away until I can get help. And as for you, you black buzzard, I wouldn't try anything. I shall return.

Martin: Well, I guess we better untie him.
Teresa: Martin, I don't think...
Martin: Hey! Mom helped a crow in the field the day before yesterday.
Cynthia: He's trying to talk.
Teresa: He looks like a loony.
Martin: He even took her to see the Great Owl.
Teresa: So?
Martin: So this could be the same crow.
Jeremy: That's me! I'm the crow. Untie me quick. I can't stand it!
Teresa: What are you doing here?
Jeremy: Good question, but don't ask. The legs. The legs! The leeegs!
[Falls down]
Cynthia: Aw, the poor turkey fall down.
Jeremy: I'm not a turkey! Your mother...
Teresa: Where's our mother?
Martin: You black buzzard! Tell us where she is...
Jeremy: Stop tickling me!
Teresa: I'll tie you back up...
Jeremy: She went to see the rats!
Teresa: You took our mother to the rats?
Martin: I'm gonna go look.
Jeremy: No! Wait! the rats, good, Stay. They're coming here to move your house where it's safe! Understand? The Owl says they're good and smart! Get it?
Martin: You're right. He's a loony.

Mrs. Brisby: Jeremy?
Jeremy: Shh! I'm being followed.
Mrs. Brisby: Followed?
Jeremy: A crazy lady with a hat! She has big teeth, she tied me up, and...
[Sees Mrs. Brisby's amulet]
Jeremy: Ooh! oh-oh-oooh! A sparkly!
Mrs. Brisby: What?
Jeremy: You're wearing a sparkly! Can I have it? Can I?
Mrs. Brisby: Pay attention.
Jeremy: [still mesmerized by the amulet] Wow.
Mrs. Brisby: I need you to get some string.
Jeremy: Str-ing...
Mrs. Brisby: To move the block.
Jeremy: Move... the block. Hey! I've got string! I've been saving them.
Mrs. Brisby: You do?
Jeremy: Oh, yes. Red ones, blue ones, green, yellow...
Mrs. Brisby: Good. Bring all the string you can.
Jeremy: Okay... that'll take all day.
Mrs. Brisby: Good! Get going.
Jeremy: Just thought I'd mention in passing... I've always wanted a sparkly of my very own.
Mrs. Brisby: Will you get going?
Jeremy: Oh! Excuse me, pardon me. Bye.

Jeremy: Miss Briz! Oh, Briz! Where are you?
Mrs. Brisby: Over here.
Jeremy: [Arrives with bag of string] Well, here it is. I brought the whole nest. There's plenty more where this came from. I've got connections. Hey! Your house is moved. Oh, no! What am I gonna do with all this string?
Mrs. Brisby: You'll think of something.
Jeremy: [sigh] Ah, what's the use. What's a guy like me going to do with a love nest anyway?
[as he starts to leave Jeremy is knocked over by another crow]
Jeremy: Ow! Excuse me, pardon me.
Miss Right: Excuse me, pardon me.
Cynthia: Look mommy. Another turkey.

Jeremy: So... do you like me?
Mrs. Brisby: Of course I like you. Bye now!
[resumes her journey home]
Jeremy: No, i mean... um, i mean... you don't think I'm clumsy or anything?
[loses balance, falls through hole]

Jeremy: [needs something to impress a female crow he just met] Mrs. Briz! Mrs. Briz! Gimme the sparkly! I gotta have the sparkly! Mrs. B, I gotta have it! Girls can't resist sparklys! Oh, please? PLEEEEEEEZ?
Mrs. Brisby: I gave it to Justin.
Jeremy: Justin? Who the heck is Justin?
Mrs. Brisby: The leader of the rats!
Jeremy: [sarcastic] The leader of the rats. How could you do this to me? What'll I say? Mrs. B... what'll I do?
Mrs. Brisby: Just be, um... be athletic!
Jeremy: Ah, hah! That's right! Athletic...
[gets up and starts running back to female crow]
Jeremy: I'll just be a little athl... AHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGH!
[trips over Cynthia]

Jeremy: Well, uh, let me explain! Oh, what a lovely hat you're wearing!
Auntie Shrew: Don't you sweet-talk me!

Auntie Shrew: You think the world owes you a living, right?
Jeremy: Right!
Auntie Shrew: Wrong!
Jeremy: Wrong! Oh!

Jeremy: Nice evening, huh? I told you you'd love flying.
Mrs. Brisby: I don't know how I let you talk me into this!

Jeremy: I haven't found Miss Right yet, but when I do,
[sings]
Jeremy: the whole world will hear us singing!

Jeremy: Hey, you were a girl once. Maybe you can teach me how to... you know, how to, uh...
Mrs. Brisby: Behave yourself?
Jeremy: I'm not that bad. I just need a few pointers to polish my style.
[trips and falls down]
Jeremy: Oof!
Mrs. Brisby: Jeremy, I've got to go home.
Jeremy: Uh, let me fly you home. We can talk on the way.
Mrs. Brisby: No, thank you. I'm afraid of heights.
Jeremy: All right, so we'll walk.

[Jeremy sneaks up behind her wearing a human blouse like a large hooded robe - he pulls the "hood" back]
Mrs. Brisby: [surprised] Jeremy!
Jeremy: Shhhh!
[whispering]
Jeremy: I'm in *disguise*!
[laughs]