American Tail: Fievel Goes West, An
1991
Tanya Mousekewitz: Look Mama, a singer... and an actor. Mama Mousekewitz: Tanya, you shouldn't stare at people less fortunate than yourself.
Miss Kitty: You put a mouse on that stage and your saloon's gonna be as empty as Death Valley on a cold day in June when the snow don't fall. Cat R. Waul: What?
Fievel: Give them the lazy eye.
Tanya Mousekewitz: (admiring her new dress and makeup) I look like a real lady. Miss Kitty: Remember, the real lady is what's underneath the mask.
Tanya Mousekewitz: Poppa, they're throwing vegetables at me AGAIN. Papa Mousekiwitz: Keep singing and they might throw some fruit for dessert.
Tiger: (lost in desert) I'm all alone. In a million acre catbox.
Tiger: Can't we get an espresso and talk this over, please?
Fievel: Have no fear. Filly the Kid is here.
Tanya Mousekewitz: Someday, I'll be a big star. People will come from miles around... Fievel: Yeah. To eat.
Tiger: It's funny how your appetite perks up when you find out you're gonna eat dinner, instead of BE dinner.
Wylie Burp: Just remember, Fievel - one man's sunset is another man's dawn. I don't know what's out there beyond those hills. But if you ride yonder... head up, eyes steady, heart open... I think one day you'll find that you're the hero you've been looking for.
Wylie Burp: One man's sunset is another man's dawn.
Wylie Burp: Maybe a real hero is the last one to hear about it.
Cat: You just played your last hand. T.R. Chula: I don't think so. I have seven more, dog chow.
T.R. Chula: (singing) The itsy bitsy spider caught a mouse in its web, the itsy bitsy spider bit off the mouse's head.
Wylie Burp: Let this sleepin' dog lie, son. Dog-gone it, I'm dog tired. I'm tired of leading the dog's life and fightin' likes cats and dogs against cats and dogs, a young pup's doggin' my trail tryin' to become top dog. I'm going to the dogs in a dog eat dog world, son. I... I'm so far over the hill... I'm on the bottom of the other side.
(after Tiger falls off a cliff) Tiger: (as though nothing happened) I hurt myself.
Cat R. Waul: I have mentioned that I dislike being referred to as Pussy Poos. Miss Kitty: Yeah? Well maybe I'm not so happy about being dumped in nature's ashtray 500 miles from a pastrami sandwich, either! Pussy Poos!
Wylie Burp: (to Tiger on top of a cliff) Suck in you're paunch, boy. Tiger: (sucks in his paunch, causing his upper body to look like a balloon) Wylie Burp: Good. Now saunter on out there one leg in front of the other. Slow and easy. Tiger: (makes farting noises as he walks along the cliff, but falls off the side and flys around like a deflated balloon) Tiger: (sitting on the ground) I hoit myself.
(Fievel is running along the bottom of the train; T. R. Chula sneaks up from below) T.R. Chula: Mouse overboard! Fievel: Where? T.R. Chula: I just love the "flying aah!" (grabs Fievel by the leg and throws him overboard) Fievel: Aah!