Andy Devine credited as playing...
Friar Tuck - A Badger
- Friar Tuck: [the sheriff has just taken the last farthing out of the church's poor box] Now, just a minute, Sheriff! That's the poor box!
- Sheriff of Nottingham: It sure is, and I think I'll take it to poor Prince John. Every little bit helps.
- Mother Church Mouse: Ooh! You put that back!
- Sheriff of Nottingham: And the good Lord blesses you, little sister.
- Friar Tuck: [shouts furiously] You thieving scoundrel!
- Sheriff of Nottingham: Now, take it easy, Friar, I'm just doing my duty.
- Friar Tuck: Collecting taxes for that arrogant, greedy, ruthless, no-good Prince John?
- Sheriff of Nottingham: Listen, Friar, you're mighty preachy and you're gonna preach your neck right into a hangman's noose!
- Friar Tuck: [screams] Get out of my church! Out! Out! Out! Out!
- [pushes the Sheriff out into the rain]
- Friar Tuck: You want taxes? I'll give you taxes!
- [begins assaulting the Sheriff]
- Father Saxton: Give it to him! Give it to him! Give it to him, Friar!
- Little John: [as Robin hums dreamily] Hey, lover boy. How's that grub comin'? Man, I'm starved.
- [Robin continues humming]
- Little John: Rob? Robin? Ro-BEAR? Hey!
- Robin Hood: Hmm? What? What do you say?
- Little John: Aw, forget it. Your mind's not on food. You're thinkin' about somebody with long eyelashes, and you're smellin' that sweet perfume.
- [sniffs smoke and starts coughing]
- Robin Hood: Hey, whoa, it's boiling over!
- Little John: You're burning the chow!
- [takes the pot off the fire and fans it]
- Robin Hood: Sorry, Johnny. Guess I was thinking about Maid Marian again. I can't help it. I love her, Johnny.
- Little John: Look, why don't you stop moonin' and mopin' around? - Just - Just marry the girl.
- Robin Hood: Marry her? You don't just walk up to a girl, hand her a bouquet and say, "Hey, remember me? We were kids together. Will you marry me?" No. It just isn't done that way.
- Little John: Aw, come on, Robbie. Climb the castle walls. Sweep her off her feet. Carry her off in style.
- Robin Hood: It's no use, Johnny. I've thought it all out, and... it just wouldn't work. Besides, what have I got to offer her?
- Little John: Well, for one thing, you can't cook.
- Robin Hood: I'm serious, Johnny. She's a highborn lady of quality.
- Little John: So she's got class? So what?
- Robin Hood: I'm an outlaw, that's what. That's no life for a lovely lady. Always on the run. What kind of a future is that?
- Friar Tuck: Oh, for heaven's sake, son. You're no outlaw. Why, someday you'll be called a great hero.
- Robin Hood: A hero? Do you hear that, Johnny? We've just been pardoned.
- Little John: That's a gas. We ain't even been arrested yet.
- Friar Tuck: All right, laugh, you two rogues, but there's gonna be a big to-do in Nottingham.
- [tastes the stew and coughs]
- Friar Tuck: Well done, ain't it? Old Prince John's having a championship archery tournament tomorrow.
- Little John: Archery tournament? Huh! Old Rob could win that standing on his head. Huh, Rob?
- Robin Hood: Thank you, Little John, but I'm sure we're not invited.
- Friar Tuck: No, but there's somebody who will be very disappointed if you don't come.
- Little John: Yeah, ol' Bushel Britches, the Honorable Sheriff of Nottingham.
- Friar Tuck: No, Maid Marian.
- Robin Hood: Maid Marian?
- Friar Tuck: Yeah. She's gonna give a kiss to the winner.
- [laughs]
- Robin Hood: A kiss to the winner? Oodelaly! Come on, Johnny! What are we waiting for?
- Friar Tuck: Wait a minute, Rob. Hold it. That place will be crawling with soldiers.
- Robin Hood: Ah, but remember, faint hearts never won fair lady. Fear not, my friends.
- [he shoots an arrow, it ricochets off a washing tub; Robin then throws his hat in the air, where it is run through by the arrow and lands back on his head]
- Robin Hood: This will be my greatest performance.
- Little John: [singing] All the world will sing of an English king a thousand years from now / And not because he's passed some law or had that lofty brow / While bonnie good King Richard leads the Great Crusade he's on / We'll all have to slave away for good for nothing, John / Incredible as he is inept / Whenever the history books are kept, they'll call him the Phony King of England.
- Friar Tuck: [singing] A pox on the Phony King of England.
- Friar Tuck: Little John? It can't be.
- Little John: [unchains Friar Tuck] Shh. Quiet, we're busting out here.
- Friar Tuck: Thank God. My prayers have been answered.
- Mother Church Mouse: Friar Tuck, we've saved this. It's not much, but please take it for the poor.
- Friar Tuck: Your last farthing? Oh, Little Sister, no one can give more than that!
- [deposits farthing into the poor box]
- Friar Tuck: Bless you both!
- Father Saxton: Oh, we were just saving it for a rainy day.
- Friar Tuck: Well, it's raining now! Things can't get worse!
- Robin Hood: That's all of them. Get going!
- [Robin Hood lower the lever and open the bridge exit]
- Little John: This ain't no hayride. Let's move it outta here. Ho!
- [Little John pull and move the carriage]
- Friar Tuck: On to Sherwood Forest!
- Mother Rabbit: Stop, my baby!
- Tagalong: Mamma, mamma, wait for me!
- Sheriff of Nottingham: Well, lookie there.
- [chuckles]
- Sheriff of Nottingham: Friar Tuck, the old do-gooder. He's out doin' good again.
- [Sheriff of Notthingham go on to Friar Tuck]
- Otto: [Friar Tuck enter the Otto's house] Well, good mornin', Friar Tuck.
- Friar Tuck: Shh, Otto. Shh! For you, Otto, from Robin Hood.
- [Chuckling]
- Otto: Oh, God bless Robin Hood.
- [Sheriff of Notthingham knock the door]
- Friar Tuck: [Friar Tuck whispers] It's the Sheriff! Hurry, hide it! Quick!
- Sheriff of Nottingham: [coins jangle] Here I come. Ready or not.
- Sheriff of Nottingham: [Sheriff of Notthingham open the door] Well, greetings from your friendly neighborhood tax collector.
- Otto: Oh, take it easy on me, Sheriff. What with this busted leg and all, I'm way behind on my work, Sheriff.
- Sheriff of Nottingham: I know, Otto, but you're way behind on your taxes too.
- Friar Tuck: Oh, have a heart, Sheriff. Can't you see he's laid up? Come on, Otto. You'd better sit down and rest.
- Otto: [coins jangling] Oh, thank you. Yes.
- Sheriff of Nottingham: [to Otto as he's sitting down] Let me give you a hand with that leg.
- [lifts up Otto's leg]
- Sheriff of Nottingham: Upsadaisy.
- [farthings fall out of Otto's cast into the sheriff's hand]
- Sheriff of Nottingham: Bingo! Ah, what they won't think of next!
- [Otto wails]
- Sheriff of Nottingham: It smarts, don't it, Otto? But Prince John says that taxes should hurt.
- Friar Tuck: [shouts] Now, see here you... You evil, flint-hearted leech!
- Sheriff of Nottingham: Now, now, now, now! Save your sermon, preacher. It ain't Sunday, you know.
- [chuckles]