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: You should probably put your bandit hat on now. Personally, I- I don't have one, but I modified this tube sock.
[they put on their 'hats'
: We look good. Ash
: Yeah. We do.
: We don't like you and we hate your dad. Now grab some of that mud, chew it in your mouth, and swallow it. Ash
: I'm not gonna eat mud! Beaver's Son
: Cuss yeah you are.
[he picks up a large glob of mud and shoves it in Ash's face. Ash makes a gagging sound but does not react further
: [takes off his shoes
] Don't do that. Beaver's Son
: Why'd you take your shoes off? Kristofferson
: So I don't break your nose when I kick it.
[he proceeds to take Beaver's son out with some precision karate moves, ending with a throwdown in the mud. Beaver's son walks away quietly sobbing
: I can fight my own fights. Kristofferson
: [turns to Ash
] No you can't...
: There's a lot of attitudes going on around here... don't let me get one.
: The whole time I was putting paw over paw with your mother digging beside me, and I thought to myself: I wonder who this little boy... Ash
: Or girl! Mr. Fox
: Right, 'cause at the time we didn't know. I wonder who this little boy or girl is gonna be? Ash, I'm so glad he was you.
: Uh, do you mind if I slide my bed roll slightly out from under the train set? It's hard to sleep in that corkscrew position. Ash
: [in the top bunk
] There's a lot of attitudes going on around here. Don't let me get one. Kristofferson
: No, it's only just my spinal cord getting... Ash
: Sleep wherever you want, man. Here, take my bed! I'll just uh... I'll crawl under the bookcase! Who cares if I get splinters in my ears? Kristofferson
: Never mind. Ash
: Oh, you gonna pout about it? 'Cuz I've had it up to HERE
[gestures with his hand
: with the "sad houseguest" routine.
[Ash turns off the light and continues to read his White Cape comic in bed
: Good night.
[he lies down under the train set and begins to quietly sob; Ash comes down, turns on the train, Kris gets up and they watch it
: [lays down a box of supplies during a Science lab class
] Why's your cousin such a wet sandwich? Kristofferson
: I beg your pardon? Beaver's Son
: What's that mean? Kristofferson
: That means that I don't understand what you just said. A wet sandwich? Beaver's Son
: Yeah! A wet sandwich. He's too short, he dresses like a girl, he's
[makes a motion with his hands
] Beaver's Son
: different. Kristofferson
: Are you a bully? You're starting to sound like a bully. Beaver's Son
: Watch this.
[he takes a spoonful of yellow powder and drops it into the bubbling liquid over a Bunsen burner; it explodes and covers both of them in the yellow substance
: That's... you just destroyed the whole experiment. We'd better extinguish this magnesium.
[they raise their safety goggles
: Stand back.
[Kris sprays the fire with an extinguisher
: [watching from a few feet away
] Wow. Kristofferson
] Whew! Agnes
: [to Kris
] Hmm. I like your ears.
[gestures to her own
: M... Mine? Agnes
: Mmhmm. Kristofferson
: Thank you! I like your... spots. Agnes
: Really? I used to cover them up, but, you know... Ash
: Hmm? Ash
: You're supposed to be *my* lab partner. Agnes
: I am! Ash
: No you're not. You're disloyal.
: Ash, are you mad at me? I understand if you are and I'm sorry; I wouldn't have ever involved your cousin if I had realized you would feel this way. It was only ever just because he's kind of a natural... I mean... I mean look at him dig!
[View changes to Kristofferson, Kylie and Mrs. Fox digging, with Kristofferson leading with athletic determination, then switches back
] Mr. Fox
: Anyway, I'm sorry if you feel any... Ash
: [as he shoves dirt in his ears
] You know what? I'm just gonna put dirt in my ears. Ow... That's better. I can't hear you now, but keep talking.
: Can I ask you a question? Kristofferson
: You may. Ash
: What's the point of sitting on the floor with your legs twisted into a pretzel talking to yourself for an hour and forty-five minutes? It's - it's weird. Kristofferson
: My father and I first started practicing meditation together when I was... Ash
: Yeah? Well, that's great. But I worry more about what that does for your reputation than whether or not you have beagle ticks or not. Kristofferson
: I don't. Nor pelt lice.
: [points to a sign Agnes carries
] What's that stand for? Agnes
: Huh? It's for, uh, it's for pep... pep. Ash
: It's a K. Coach Skip
: [runs into frame, grabs a bottle from the cooler; to players
] Come on, now! Look alive!
] Coach Skip
: 'Atta boy.
[runs out of frame
: [to Ash, about Kristofferson
] We're going steady.
[Ash exclaims angrily
: I spotted a couple of broken burglar bars underneath the back door to Bean's secret cider cellar. Kylie
: We're breaking into Bean's *house*? Mr. Fox
: Cellar. Kylie
: Where he *lives*? Mr. Fox
: Where he keeps the cider. Ash
: [appears behind them
] *Below* where he lives. Mr. Fox
] Where'd you come from? Why don't you go back to the tree and do your homework? Ash
: I want to help you steal some cider. Mr. Fox
: *We're* going to a *book* party, and keep your mouth shut about any cider, because no one ever said that! Now get out of here! Ash
: But, ah... Mr. Fox
: But nothing! You're gonna get me in a lot of trouble! Besides, you're too little and uncoordinated.
[Ash frowns, twitches, and spits
] Mr. Fox
: One, two, three!
[Mr. Fox points in the direction of the tree. Ash stomps off, growling
: [Mr. Fox has just lost his tail in the shooting
] It'll grow back, won't it? Kylie
: Tails don't grow back. Ash
: Tails don't grow back? Kylie
: Uh-uh. 'Cept for lizards. Mr. Fox
: Tails don't grow back. I'm gonna be tail-less for the rest of my life. Ash
: Well, anyway, it's not half as bad as double pneumonia, right? I mean his dad's got one foot in the grave and three feet on a banana peel. That's a lot worse than just a... Kristofferson
: [ricochets an acorn around the room, which lands in the teacup he is holding. The others glare in amazement
] Excuse me, everyone. I'm gonna go meditate for half an hour.
: [Kristofferson has just departed after Ash's comment
] You have got twenty-nine minutes to come up with a proper apology. Ash
: [snaps, gestures wildly
] Me? *Me* have an apology? He gets a bandit hat? He just got here, and he gets a bandit hat? Where's *my* bandit hat? Why didn't *I* get shot at? It's because, you... you... you think I'm no good at anything! Well, maybe you're right, thanks.
[stomps away angrily and slams door upon exit
: [sighs, to Mr. Fox
] Told ya not to bring him.
: What's that white stuff around his mouth? Kylie
: I think he eats soap. Mr. Fox
: That's not soap. Kylie
: Wha- why does he have that... Mr. Fox
: He's rabid. With rabies.