Winnie the Pooh: [in a sticky voice] I must be going now. Goodbye, Rabbit.
Rabbit: Well, goodbye, if you're sure you won't have any more.
Winnie the Pooh: [turns to leave then stops] *Is* there any more?
Rabbit: No, there isn't.
Winnie the Pooh: I thought not.
Winnie the Pooh: [tries to climb out the front door but is stuck] Oh, oh, help and bother! I'm stuck.
Rabbit: Oh, dear. Oh, gracious. Oh. Well, it all comes from eating too much.
Winnie the Pooh: It all comes from not having front doors big enough!
Narrator: Winnie the Pooh crawled out of the gorse bush, brushed the prickles from his nose, and began to think again.
Winnie the Pooh: Think, think, think.
Narrator: And the first person he thought of was...
Winnie the Pooh: Winnie the Pooh?
Narrator: [chuckles] No, Christopher Robin.
Winnie the Pooh: Oh.
Owl: Blast it all.
Gopher: Good idea! We'll dynamite. Save time.
Owl: Eh, what's the charge?
Gopher: The charge? Oh, about seven sticks of dynamite.
Owl: Oh, no, no, no, the cost! The charge in money.
Gopher: Nope, no charge account. I work strictly cash.
Owl: Obviously, but, I should think...
Gopher: Well, I can't stand around lollygagging all day. I got a tight schedule.
Gopher: [falls down a hole] Aaaaaaaahh.
Gopher: If you think it over, let me know. You got my card, I'm not in the book, you know.
Owl: Oh. Dash it all, he's gone.
Winnie the Pooh: After all, he's not in the book, you know.
Winnie the Pooh: Good morning, Christopher Robin.
Christopher Robin: Oh, good morning, Winnie the Pooh.
Owl: Good morning, Pooh bear.
Eeyore: If it is a good morning, which I doubt.
Eeyore: [after Pooh gets stuck in the honey tree again] Stuck again.
Christopher Robin: Don't worry, Pooh. We'll get you out.
Winnie the Pooh: No hurry. Take your time.
Winnie the Pooh: That buzzing noise means something. Now, the only reason for making a buzzing noise that I know of is because you are... a bee! And the only reason for being a bee is to make honey. And the only reason for making honey is so I can eat it.
Rabbit: Why did I ever invite that bear to lunch? Why, oh, why, oh, why?
Christopher Robin: There now. Did I get your tail back on properly, Eeyore?
Eeyore: No matter. Most likely lose it again, anyway.
Winnie the Pooh: Could you ssspare a sssmall sssmackerel?
Gopher: Say, you ought to do sssomething about that ssspeech impediment, sssonny.
Kanga: Pooh, Roo has a little surprise for you.
Winnie the Pooh: Honeysuckle!
[Pooh tries to eat it]
Kanga: [chuckles] No, Pooh, you don't eat them. You smell them.
Winnie the Pooh: Oh.
[smells the honeysuckle]
Rabbit: [nodding head] Would you like *condensed milk*,
Rabbit: [shaking head] or *honey* on your bread?
Winnie the Pooh: Both. But never mind the bread, please. Just a small helping, if you please.
Rabbit: Huh, there you are.
Rabbit: [gives Pooh a single drop of honey; Pooh looks at him disappointedly] Is, uh, something wrong?
Winnie the Pooh: Well, I did mean a little larger "small helping."
Winnie the Pooh: [after rolling in mud] There, now.
[giggles, then wades out of the mud puddle]
Winnie the Pooh: Isn't this a clever disguise?
Christopher Robin: What are you supposed to be?
Winnie the Pooh: [looking himself over] I'm a little black rain cloud, of course.
Christopher Robin: [giggles] Silly old bear.
Eeyore: Thanks. It's not much of a tail, but I'm sort of attached to it.
Winnie the Pooh: Hum dum de dum, hum dum de dum / I am so rumbly in my tumbly.
Winnie the Pooh: [hits head] Ooh!
Winnie the Pooh: Time to munch an early luncheon / Hum de dum dum dum / Oh, I wouldn't climb this tree / If a Pooh flew like a bee / But I wouldn't be a bear then / So I guess I wouldn't care then / Bears love honey and I'm a Pooh bear / So I do care, so I climb there / I'm so rumbly in my tumbly / Time for something... for something...
Winnie the Pooh: [branch breaks] ... sweet! To eat!
Winnie the Pooh: Is anybody at home?
Winnie the Pooh: What I said was, "Is anybody at home?"
Winnie the Pooh: Bother. Isn't there anybody here at all?
Rabbit: [hurriedly collecting dishes from his table] Nobody!
Winnie the Pooh: Must be somebody there, because *somebody* must have said, "Nobody."
Rabbit: [drawing on Pooh's backside when he's stuck in Rabbit's door] Oh, Pooh! You messed up my moose!
Narrator: Now, when Pooh heard his pooh-coo clock, he knew it was time for something. But he was a bear of very little brain, so when he thought, he thought in the most thoughtful way he could think.
Winnie the Pooh: Christopher Robin... I think the bees - S-U-S-P-E-C-T something.
Christopher Robin: Perhaps they think you're after their honey.
Winnie the Pooh: Well, it may be that. You never can tell with bees.
Winnie the Pooh: Oh, bother. Empty again. Only the sticky part's left.
Winnie the Pooh: [peering into Rabbit's hole] Hello, Rabbit!
Rabbit: Oh, oh, hello, Pooh Bear.
Rabbit: Uh, Pooh Bear! Uh, uh, aha, aha, what a pleasant surprise! And, uh, how about lunch?
Winnie the Pooh: [entering Rabbit's home] Oh, thank you, Rabbit.
Rabbit: [lamely] And uh, help yourself, Pooh.
Owl: Well, if it isn't Pooh Bear.
Winnie the Pooh: Oh, hello, Owl.
Owl: Splendid day to be up and about one's business, eh?
[Notices Pooh is stuck on Rabbit's door]
Owl: I say, are you stuck?
Winnie the Pooh: No, just resting, and thinking, and humming to myself.
Owl: You, sir, are stuck. A wedged bear in a great tightness. In a word, irremovable.
Gopher: First thing to be done is to get rid of that bear. He's gumming up the whole project.
Owl: Dash it all, he *is* the project!
[Pooh notices that his black rain cloud disguise is failing and the bees are after him]
Winnie the Pooh: Christopher Robin, I've come to a very important decision: THESE ARE THE WRONG SORTS OF BEES!
Winnie the Pooh: Christopher Robin! I think it would help with this deception if you would just kind of open your umbrella and say, "Tut-tut, it looks like rain."
Christopher Robin: Tut-tut, it looks like rain. Tut-tut, it looks like rain.
Narrator: Now Pooh wasn't one to give up so easily. When he set his mind to honey, he stuck to it. Now, honey rhymes with bunny, and bunny rhymes with...
Winnie the Pooh: Rabbit? I like Rabbit, because he uses short, easy words like, "How about lunch?", and "Help yourself, Pooh."
Rabbit: [Listening from inside] Pooh? Lunch? Oh, no. Not again. Oh my, oh my, oh my goodness gracious.
Christopher Robin: Pooh Bear, there's only one thing we can do, wait for you to get thin again.
Winnie the Pooh: Oh bother. How long will that take?
Eeyore: Days, weeks, months, who knows?
Rabbit: [hammering a sign in front of Gopher] Don't - feed - the - bear!
Gopher: Hmph! I'm gonna skedaddle.
Narrator: Christopher Robin lived in another part of the forest where he could be near his friends and help them with their problems. On this summer day, gloomy old Eeyore, being stuffed with sawdust, had lost his tail again.
Narrator: And then, one morning, when Rabbit was beginning to think that he might never be able to use his front door again, it happened!
Rabbit: [after Pooh budges through Rabbit's door a little ways] He budged! Hooray! Christopher Rabin! Uh, uh, Chrostopher Robin, he bidged! He badged! He booged! Today's the day!
Winnie the Pooh: Oh yes, I'm rumbly in my tumbly. Time for something sweet.