The Secret of NIMH
1982
Mrs Brisby: You keep making all that noise, and Dragon's sure to hear you, if he hasn't already. Jeremy: Wouldn't you sing too? I mean, if you felt... (laughs) if you felt the call of the wild? Mrs Brisby: I would not, if I knew there was a cat nearby. Jeremy: But she's out there, somewhere. And when I find here, I'll feel it way down in my wish bone. I - -What cat?
Jenner: I learned this much: take what you can, when you can. Justin: Then you have learned nothing.
(Presenting Mrs Brisby with a glowing amulet) Nicodemus: Courage of the heart is very rare. The stone has a power when it's there.
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.
Nicodemus: We can no longer live as rats. We know too much.
(Mrs Brisby reads the inscription on the amulet) Mrs Brisby: You can unlock any door, if you only have the key.
Jenner: Hear me! The Thorn Valley Plan is the aspiration of idiots and dreamers! We... (sees Justin) We were just talking about you. Justin: That's refreshing, Jenner, usually you're screaming about us.
Cynthia: Oh! The poor turkey fell down!
Jeremy: If I was anywhere near a cat, I'd be sneezing my brains out. You see, I'm alergic to KAAAH!... I'm alergic to KAAY!... I'm alergic to... (prolonged sneezing fit)
Great Owl: Step inside my house. (Brisby hesitates) Great Owl: Come inside or go away.
Timmy: Momma I'm tired of being in bed. I wanna get up. Mrs Brisby: Well, you're not getting up.
Auntie Shrew: Cast not pearls before swine, I always say, and that includes insolent piglets!
Jenner: With Nicodemus out of the way, what's to stop us from taking over? Sullivan: Jenner, you can't kill Nicodemus. Jenner: No taste for blood, eh? They've taken the animal out of you.
Jenner: Listen. The Brisby house is a large cement block. In the moving, what if it should fall? Sullivan: An accident? Jenner: Of course! Cut the lines, and the weight of it will crush his bones! Sullivan: It's risky. Jenner: Once rid of Nicodemus, the plan will die. We can stay her as long as we like. Sullivan: What about Justin? Jenner: Leave him to me.
Auntie Shrew: Run! The plow is here! Run for your lives! Run! It's moving day!
Justin: It's Jenner. He's at it again. Mr Ages: There blows an ill wind! Justin: He's before the Grand Council now. This time he's attacking Nicodemus openly. Mr Ages: And the plan, no doubt. Justin: Nothing will come of it. I'll pass. Mr Ages: Beware, boy, he's dangerous! He'll be the undoing of the rats of NIMH.
Jeremy: Hey, there's a cat out there! Mrs Brisby: Quiet! Does he see you? Jeremy: No. (whimpering) Jeremy: Yes! Mrs Brisby: Stand perfectly still. Jeremy: Everything's fine. He's headed right for us! Mrs Brisby: Don't panic. Fast or slow? Jeremy: Medium. Make that fast, very fast - I have to go now...
Nicodemus: Johnathan could not tell you about us because the injections slowed the aging process. You see, you would have grown old, while he remained young.
Mrs Brisby: If you're going to feather a nest, you've got a lot to learn about how to treat a lady. Jeremy: Right. When you're right, you're right, and you're right. None of the girls I meet wanna get serious. Mrs Brisby: I doubt they'd survive.
Nicodemus: Johnathan, wherever you are, your thoughts must comfort her tonight. She will be waiting, and you will not return.
(repeated line) Jeremy: Excuse me, pardon me.
Jeremy: Miss Briz! Oh, Briz! Where are you? Mrs Brisby: Over here. Jeremy: (Arrives with bag of string) Well, here it is. I brought the whole nest. There's plenty more where this came from. I've got connections. Hey! Your house is moved. Oh, no! What am I gonna do with all this string? Mrs Brisby: You'll think of something. Jeremy: (sigh) Ah, what's the use. What's a guy like me going to do with a love nest anyway? (as he starts to leave Jeremy is knocked over by another crow) Jeremy: Ow! Excuse me, pardon me. Miss Right: Excuse me, pardon me. Cynthia: Look mommy. Another turkey.
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.
Nicodemus: Johnathan, your wife has come at last. Perhaps now I can repay you for your kindness to me, yet Mrs Brisby may serve the rats of NIMH more than we her. Jenner, I fear, could do her harm. He is consumed by a lust for power. Thus far the amulet has remained safely hidden, but if he finds it... Heaven help us.
Auntie Shrew: Why me, that I alone should be responsible for the welfare of the entire field? It's 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.
Mrs Brisby: I went to see the Great Owl. Mr Ages: Owl? You say you saw the Owl? Mrs Brisby: Yes. He told me to ask for Nicodemus. Mr Ages: Yes, I know Nicodemus. Mrs Brisby: He lives with the rats. Mr Ages: More specifically, he's the leader of the rats. Mrs Brisby: You know him? Mr Ages: (abruptly) No one has ever seen the Owl! And live to tell about it.
Great Owl: I must bid you good evening, Mrs... Mrs Brisby: Mrs Brisby. Great Owl: Brisby? Mrs Johnathan Brisby? Mrs Brisby: Why, yes. He was my husband. But how did you know about him? Great Owl: That is not important. I will say this: His name is not unknown in these woods.
Jeremy: So... do you like me? Mrs Brisby: Of course I like you. Bye now! (resumes her journey home) Jeremy: No, i mean... um, i mean... you don't think I'm clumsy or anything? (loses balance, falls through hole)
Jeremy: (needs something to impress a female crow he just met) Mrs Briz! Mrs Briz! Gimme the sparkly! I gotta have the sparkly! Mrs B, I gotta have it! Girls can't resist sparklys! Oh, please? PLEEEEEEEZ? Mrs Brisby: I gave it to Justin. Jeremy: Justin? Who the heck is Justin? Mrs Brisby: The leader of the rats! Jeremy: (sarcastic) The leader of the rats. How could you do this to me? What'll I say? Mrs B... what'll I do? Mrs Brisby: Just be, um... be athletic! Jeremy: Ah, hah! That's right! Athletic... (gets up and starts running back to female crow) Jeremy: I'll just be a little athl... AHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGH! (trips over Cynthia)
Nicodemus: In the beginning, we were ordinary street rats, stealing our daily bread, and living off the efforts of man's work. We were captured, put in cages, and sent to a place called NIMH. There were other animals there, in cages. They were put through the most unspeakable torture, to satisfy some scientific curiosity. Often, at night, I would hear them cry out in anguish. Twenty rats and eleven mice were given injections. Our world began changing.
Jenner: Nicodemus is cooperating beautifully. Sullivan: Jenner... Jenner: Standing in just the right spot. Sullivan: Jenner, I... I can't... Jenner: When the block reaches the middle, you cut the line. Sullivan: I... Jenner: (Holding a sword to Sullivan's throat) Don't get any ideas, my friend. You're in this up to your neck.
Mrs Fitzgibbons: Dragon! You lazy kitty. Go chase some of those rats out in the barn. I've never seen a cat sleep so much.
Mrs Brisby: Please. I would do anything for Timothy. Anything. Great Owl: There is a way. Go to the rats. Mrs Brisby: But I don't know any rats. Great Owl: In the rosebush. Mrs Brisby: Oh, yes. Near the farmhouse. Great Owl: Go there. Ask for Nicodemus. Mrs Brisby: Nicodemus? But how can they help? Great Owl: They must move your house to the lee of the stone. Mrs Brisby: No rat could move my house. It's a... Great Owl: They have ways. Mrs Brisby: I don't understand, but I will do as you say.
Teresa: Oh! Auntie Shrew! Cynthia: Oh, Auntie! Martin: Oh, no!
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: Oh, hush up! Martin: Ah, you hush up! Auntie Shrew: Precocious monster! Martin: Bossy bullfrog! Auntie Shrew: Spoiled brat! Martin: Loudmouth!
Jeremy: Well, uh, let me explain! Oh, what a lovely hat you're wearing! Auntie Shrew: Don't you sweet-talk me!
Auntie Shrew: You think the world owes you a living, right? Jeremy: Right! Auntie Shrew: Wrong! Jeremy: Wrong! Oh!
Jeremy: Nice evening, huh? I told you you'd love flying. Mrs Brisby: I don't know how I let you talk me into this!
Jeremy: I haven't found Miss Right yet, but when I do, (sings) the whole world will hear us singing!
Jeremy: Hey, you were a girl once. Maybe you can teach me how to... you know, how to, uh... Mrs Brisby: Behave yourself? Jeremy: I'm not that bad. I just need a few pointers to polish my style. (trips and falls down) Oof! Mrs Brisby: Jeremy, I've got to go home. Jeremy: Uh, let me fly you home. We can talk on the way. Mrs Brisby: No, thank you. I'm afraid of heights. Jeremy: All right, so we'll walk.