Pinocchio (1976 TV Movie)
Geppetto: Hey, Little Bo Peep. Missy Bo Peep, how are you? Eh, you nice? No, no, don't be jealous. No, I love you too. I love you very much. Ma, he's a nice boy, you get to be friends. Heh.
[turns to toy soldier]
Geppetto: What are you looking with a sour puss like that, eh?
Geppetto: You no like Pinocchio? You no like Pinocchio, you turn you head, eh?
Geppetto: [singing] I'm-a talkin' to myself again. I'm-a talkin' to myself again. I pretend that the toys are like little girls and boys. And I'm-a talkin' to myself again.
Geppetto: Who's-a you?
Pinocchio: Hey, who's-a you?
Geppetto: I'm, I'm-a Geppetto.
Pinocchio: I'm, I'm-a Geppetto.
Geppetto: You, Pinocchio?
Geppetto: You look like a puppet. You feel like a puppet. Ma, you no behave like a puppet!
Geppetto: It's a alphabet book.
Pinocchio: How does it end?
Geppetto: Ends with a Z.
Pinocchio: With a Z?
Pinocchio: I don't think I'll like it.
Pinocchio: How much did that book cost?
Geppetto: That's none of you business.
Pinocchio: Papa how did you pay for that book?
Geppetto: I no answer those questions.
Pinocchio: Papa, did you sell something?
Geppetto: I no sell anything!
Pinocchio: Where's your coat?
Geppetto: I sold something.
Pinocchio: I'm-a pleased to make-a you acquaintance!
Pinocchio: My papa taught me to say that!
Candlewick: You talk as funny as you look!
Boris Stroganoff: [tying Pinocchio up] Everything in life has strings attached to it.
Pinocchio: Especially puppets.
Boris Stroganoff: Especially puppets... Just a minute! I got sensational idea! You know what's going to happen? I have idea that will absolutely knock audience for cuckoo! You will come out like regular puppet, eh? And I will bring you out on the stage. You will be singing, dancing, yes?
Boris Stroganoff: I say magic words
[yells in Russian]
Boris Stroganoff: And then strings fall away! You dance and sing on your own. People will yell "Bravo, Stroganoff!" Absolutely fantastic, eh?
Pinocchio: If you don't mind Mr. Stroganoff, for my performance today, I'll just take half of these gold coins to bring home to Papa. What's half of twenty-eight?
Boris Stroganoff: Five!
Fox: How would you like to bring home to your papa, not five, not fifty, but a thousand shiny gold coins?
Pinocchio: Is that more than five? I haven't learned arithmetic yet.
Fox: It's more than five. It's even more than two!
Pinocchio: Rich is good?
Fox: Rich is always good.
Cat: Poor is always bad.
Pinocchio: Isn't there anything in between?
Fox: Yes, aggravation.
Fox: Come to think of it we, uh, we did see a little fella about so high.
Cat: Oh I think a little higher.
Geppetto: Where you see him?
Fox: Who's giving the reward?
Geppetto: You tell me where, I'll tell you who.
Fox: You tell us who, we'll tell you where.
Geppetto: I don't tell you who till you tell me where, and I tell you why. If I tell you who before you tell me where, you no tell me where. You'll go to who and tell him where.
Cat: If we tell you where before you tell us who, you'll go to who and tell him where.
Geppetto: I tell you what...
Fox: Just tell us who.
Geppetto: I'll tell you when I tell you who! I tell you who when you tell me where!
Cat: We tell you where when you tell us who!
Fox: We'll pay you to tell us!
Geppetto: Alright how much?
Fox: Five gold coins.
[gives coins to Geppetto]
Fox: Now who's giving the reward?
Fox: You're just a poor wood carver!
Geppetto: [smiles and drops coins in his pocket] Not anymore.
Geppetto: What's happening to you Pinocchio is you told a lie. And when you lie, it's-a plain like the nose on you face.
Pinocchio: I've learned my lesson and the lesson I've learned is learning my lessons comes first!
Coachman: We're going to the Island of Yum Yum! It's a rather catchy name, don't you think? It's where little boys have fun. Fun fun fun. Sound like fun?
Coachman: Stay up late, eat all you want, play games, break windows, run wild, yell, scream, don't you love it?
Pinocchio: And there's no school?
Coachman: No, no! Well, actually, we do have school. But only on Wednesday, and you see, we have no Wednesday!
Coachman: In our week, there are only three days: Sunday, Monday, and Funday, and Funday lasts for five days! Then, we rest a bit on Sunday, and the only reason we have Monday is it gives us Funday to look forward to!
Candlewick: Aw, c'mon Pinocchio, we'll have a lot of fun!
Coachman: Now chaps, chaps, don't confuse the puppet. After all, the Island of Yum Yum is only for *real* boys anyway.
Pinocchio: I do so want to be a real boy and do what real boys do.
Coachman: Oh, then come! Do come, do come to the Island of Yum Yum.
Coachman: [singing] We're going to go to a wondrous place, where everyday is a holiday there. Where everybody can laugh and play and have fun, fun fun. Nobody worries about the time. Nobody cares if it's night or day there. There's only one rule to follow. You will have fun! Fun! Fun! Fun!
Boris Stroganoff: You're going to be a sensation! With you as my star singing and dancing, cavorting...
Pinocchio: How can I cavort with a broken heart?
Boris Stroganoff: You'd like better a broken arm?
Candlewick: Here! Have a chew on this tobacco.
Pinocchio: What is it? Does it taste like candy?
Candlewick: Oh yeah! Just like candy! All the big boys chew it.
Pinocchio: Then I'll chew it too!
[takes a bite and starts coughing]
Pinocchio: It's bitter! It burns!
Candlewick: Here, have a taste of this wine, that'll get the fire out!
[Pinocchio drinks and violently coughs]
Coachman: You'll be donkeys! You'll be sold as pack animals. You will be beasts of burden! Working from sunrise to sunset, obeying your masters, doing as you're told, and living a life of absolute degradation! Oh I love it, I love it! Now I'm having fun!
Coachman: Where do you think you're going?
Pinocchio: I'm getting out of here!
Coachman: Oh no you're not, little wooden-head. I'm selling you to a circus!
Pinocchio: [singing] Here I am, out of breath again, wondering which way to turn. Here I am, scared to death again, wondering when will I learn. When will I learn? If I could start all over, would I be as blindly trusting? Would I remain naive, and ready to believe? If I could start all over, could I be sure which road to travel? Would I be thinking twice, or taking bad advice? Would I for once be loving, and helpful, and good? And would my head be thoughtful, and not made of wood? If there were second chances, would I believe the one who loves me, or would I turn away, not hearing what he'd say? Would I be smart if I could start again? Would I make one heart lighter? Or make a moment brighter? Would I be smart if I could start again?