Fool's Fire (1992 TV Movie)

Michael J. Anderson: Hopfrog

Quotes 

• Hopfrog : Never bait your better!

  The King : I'll batter your butter!

• The King : [first lines; to Hopfrog, who has entered the chamber]  My little fool... you're late!

  [Hopfrog turns away and starts to leave] 

  The King : Hopfrog!

  Hopfrog : [turns back to face the King]  Better never than late!

• The King : [at the banquet]  Animals feed, men eat but only a wise king knows the art of dining.

  Hopfrog : Yes, and fat ones pay the fine of farting!

• Hopfrog : [on the chandelier chain, watching the King and his ministers burn]  I now see distinctly what manner of people these masked beasts are! They are a great king and his seven privy councillors... a king who does not scruple to strike a defenseless girl and his seven councillors who abet himm in the outrage! As for myself, I am simply Hopfrog the Jester and this is my last jest!

• Minister : [Hopfrog is sewing him into his costume]  Hopfrog, this had better be worth it or I'll have your hide encased in your bretheren shit for a week!

  Hopfrog : Stitch six hundred and absolutely, my lord, sounds good, my lord, excuse me, my lord!

• Trippetta : [wakes up in her cage to the jangling of keys]  Who's there?

  Hopfrog : Ribbitt-ribbitt.

  Trippetta : Hopfrog?

  [Hopfrog opens her cage door] 

  Trippetta : Hopfrog!

  Hopfrog : Hurry! we haven't much time.

  Trippetta : How did you get the key?

  Hopfrog : Never mind... you wouldn't want to know.

• The King : [in the barn, while Hopfrog and Trippetta are stirring the cauldron of melting tar]  God's balls, man! It's freezing out here!

  Hopfrog : This will shake your shaking.

  Trippetta : You'll soon be warm enough, my lords.

• Hopfrog : [reciting]  Hear your Hopfrog with his bells, silver bells/What a world of merriment their melody fortells!/How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle in the icy air of night/while the stars that over-sprinkle all the heavens/Seem to twinkle with a crystilline delight!

• Hopfrog : [last lines, in a voiceover]  Hear the tolling of the bells/ Iron bells!/What a world of solemn thought their monody compels!/In the silence of the night/How we shiver with affright/At the melancholy menace of their tone/For every sound that floats/From the rust within their throats/Is a groan/And the people... ah, the people/They that dwell up in the steeple/All alone/And who tollling, tolling, tolling/In that muffled monotone/Feel a glory in so rolling/On the human heart a stone/They are neither man nor woman/They are neight brute nor human/They are Ghouls/And their King it is who tolls/And he rolls, rolls, rolls/Rolls a paean from the bells/And his merry bosom swells/With the paean of the bells/And he dances and he yells/Keeping time, time, time/In a sort of runic rhyme/To the paean of the bells/Of the bells/Keeping time, time, time/In a sort of runic rhyme/To the throbbing of the bells/Of the bells, bells, bells/To the sobbing of the bells/Keeping time, time, time/As he knells, knells, knells/In a happy runic rhyme/To the rolling of the bells/Of the bells, bells, bells/To the tolling of the bells/Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells/To the moaning and the groaning of the bells.