Hermione Baddeley credited as playing...
Auntie Shrew
- Mrs. Brisby: Auntie Shrew, what's going on?
- Auntie Shrew: Indeed.
- Mrs. Brisby: Please, come back inside.
- Auntie Shrew: Not for a king's ransom. I just have one thing to say,
- [pointing at Martin]
- Auntie Shrew: that child is a brat.
- Mrs. Brisby: Yes, I will speak to him.
- Auntie Shrew: I came here to inform you that the frost is off the ground and moving day is at hand. Prepare to move your very, very odd family. Good day.
- [as she walks out]
- Auntie Shrew: You never know what might be lurking about out there, what with rats in the field.
- Martin: I'm not afraid of the dark.
- Auntie Shrew: Martin.
- Martin: I'm not afraid of the farmer.
- Auntie Shrew: I can't hear.
- Martin: I'm not afraid of Dragon. I'm not even afraid of... of the Great Owl.
- Auntie Shrew: Will you hush up?
- Martin: You hush up.
- Teresa: Martin.
- Auntie Shrew: Precocious monster.
- Martin: Bossy bullfrog.
- Auntie Shrew: Spoiled brat.
- Martin: Loudmouth.
- Auntie Shrew: Well! That will be quite enough. Thank you.
- Auntie Shrew: The Great Owl would know what to do about this. You must go see him.
- Mrs. Brisby: I couldn't do that. Owls eat mice.
- Auntie Shrew: Well, my child, show a little courage. We're fighting for Timmy's life.
- Auntie Shrew: You think the world owes you a living, right?
- Jeremy: Right.
- Auntie Shrew: Wrong!
- Jeremy: Wrong!
- Auntie Shrew: Why me? That I alone should be responsible for the welfare of the entire field is monstrous.
- [Mrs. Brisby listens to the farmer start the tractor]
- Auntie Shrew: What did I tell you? Moving day.
- Mrs. Brisby: It can't be.
- Auntie Shrew: It certainly can. I don't supposed you've packed.
- Mrs. Brisby: What about Timmy? The chill in the air could kill him.
- Auntie Shrew: Well, child, that tractor surely will. For the last time, get your children out of here before it's too late.
- Jeremy: Well, let me explain... What a lovely hat you're wearing.
- Auntie Shrew: Don't you sweet talk me.
- Jeremy: You can't leave me here like... There's a... There's a... He's very big
- [stammers]
- Auntie Shrew: Good. Good riddance. Teresa, Martin! That's the least you deserve.
- Teresa: Auntie.
- Auntie Shrew: There you are! Keep an eye on this hooligan. Make sure he doesn't get away until I can get help. And as for you, you black buzzard, I wouldn't try anything. I shall return.
- [last lines]
- Teresa: Mother, did the rats really go to Thorn Valley?
- Mrs. Brisby: Yes, they did.
- Martin: Will we ever see them?
- Mrs. Brisby: Perhaps.
- Cynthia: Today.
- Mrs. Brisby: No, when you're older.
- Auntie Shrew: Brisby!
- Teresa: Oh! Auntie Shrew.
- Cynthia: Oh, Auntie!
- Martin: Oh, no!