Mr. Toad's Wild Ride (1996)
The Judge: Before I pass sentence, will the jury care to find him guilty?
Rat: Wait. One of those wabbits is a weasel.
Chief Weasel: No I'm not. I'm a rabbit!
The Judge: [to the jury] Is he a rabbit?
Chief Weasel: [whispers] Say I'm a rabbit.
[Rabbits all nod, say "Rabbit" and stroke their long ears]
Rat: That weasel is never a wabbit!
Motor car salesman: Mr Toad owes me... money.
Badger: May I make a proposition?
Motor car salesman: We're always open to a deal...
Badger: If you remove these machines forthwith, I promise not to insert one portion of them into any part of your anatomy...
The Judge: Would the prosecution like add something?
The Prosecution Counsel: No, Your Honour. But I would like to wag my finger at the accused a few times.
The Judge: Go ahead.
[Prosecution walks over importantly and tut-tuts Toad]
Mole: [pointing the gun at St John] You destroyed my home to build a dog meat factory.
St John Weasel: [hands up] The area needs one. Our market research shows...
Mole: You put my friends in a mincer!
St John Weasel: Just a harmless joke!
Chief Weasel: [shouting at the drunk weasels] I'm blowing up this place in ten minutes whether or not you lot are out of it!
The Judge: Very well, How do you find the accused?
All Weasels: [all together shout] Guilty!
The Judge: I'm asking the Jury! Yes...
Chief Weasel: [whispering to the Jury] Say guilty!
Rabbit Jury: Guilty
Toad: [singing] Oh, the clever men at Oxford/ knows all there is to be knowed/ but nobody knows as half as much as clever old Mr. Toad! The world's held greatest heroes/ as history books have showed/ but never a name, went down to fame/ compared to that of Toad! Oh, the army all saluted/ as he marched along the road...
The Sun: ...Was it the king or the president?...
Toad: ...No, it was Mr. Toad!
Rat: [Brushing the stain on Badger's coat] We can get that out with a bit of salt.
The Jailer's Daughter: I made bubble-and-squeak.
Toad: What do I care for the pleasures of the flesh!
The Jailer's Daughter: I'll take it away, then...
Toad: No! We wouldn't want to waste it.
St John Weasel: [as Badger comes across the walk bay throwingg the weasels off the side] Oh! Steady on! Listen N... n... no... n... Calm down! n... n... no
Mole: [Badger has thrown three weasels off] I say! Badger!
St John Weasel: [backing up with Badger walking towards him] I... I'm not really a weasel... I'm a rabbit
[does rabbit teeth]
St John Weasel: They forced me to work he and you saved me, oh thank you, thank you!
Badger: Shut up! Keep moving!
St John Weasel: [dangling with Mole, Rat, Badger and Toad above the mincer] Oh mummy weasel I'm going to get minced!
St John Weasel: You've only got one shot. Give me the gun... and we'll all be friends!
Mole: Friends? Thought you said there was no such thing
St John Weasel: Oh come on! That was just the intro to a song!