James CromwellQuotes

George W. Bush: I hear you're looking for me! Wanna go a few rounds mano-a-mano right here?

George H.W. Bush: You want an ass-whipping?

George W. Bush: Try it, old man!

George H.W. Bush: Go ahead, take a swing!

Lewis: There's 6,127 students at Adams, 58% of which are girls.

Gilbert: So?

Lewis: So, that's 7,107.32 boobs.

Mr. Skolnick: Ah, you college men are all alike; all you think about is getting laid! I almost wish I was enrolling in school with you guys!

Owens: Are you advocating we launch a first strike...

Becker: [shouts] It is not a first strike! There's already been a first strike! And a second! Don't you get it?

Owens: No! I don't get it! I don't understand why we have to nuke them, for God's sake! It's not reasonable!

President Fowler: [shuts down both men] Sidney, goddamnit! They practically sank an aircraft carrier! Their missile silos are hot! We're getting nothing but bullshit from Nemerov! And let's not forget how this thing started, OK? They tried to kill me, remember! So don't fucking tell me to be reasonable!

President Nemerov: [in Russian] I ordered no such attack. You must not respond to this action until we have investigated all possibilities.

President Fowler: Like you did in Chechnya? Mr. President, who is in control of your armed forces?

Nemerov: [in Russian] You dropped the bomb on Hiroshima. You dropped the bomb on Nagasaki. Do not lecture me on Chechnya!

Jenny Lerner: We know everything.

Alan Rittenhouse: Nobody knows everything.

Jenny Lerner: Well, we know about the secret phone lines, and the whispered calls to the president, and about a secretary of the Treasury who's kept his entire department in the dark about what he's really doing, about a cover story about his resignation that just fell through. I mean, sir, you want me to go on?

Alan Rittenhouse: And you're just gonna break it?

Jenny Lerner: Well, that's what we do for a living.

Alan Rittenhouse: Well, congratulations, you now have the biggest story in history. Good luck to you. Personally, I think it's a mistake to run the story, but hey, what the hell? Why not? What difference does anything make anymore? Look, I know you're just a reporter, but you used to be a person, right? I wanted to be with my family. Can you understand that?

Prince Charles: I should go to Paris. I told my people to start organizing a jet.

HM Queen Elizabeth II: What, a private one?

Prince Charles: Yes.

HM Queen Elizabeth II: Isn't that precisely the sort of extravagance they always attack us for?

Prince Charles: How else am I supposed to get to Paris at this time? The airport at Aberdeen will be closed and —

HM The Queen Mother: [[w:Air transport of the Royal Family and executive of the United Kingdom|Royal Flight] Charles dear, use the ]; they keep one plane on permanent standby, in case I should kick the bucket.

HM Queen Elizabeth II: No, Mummy, that's out of the question; this isn't a matter of State.

Prince Charles: What are you talking about?

HM Queen Elizabeth II: [[w:British Royal Family|Royal Family; [w:Royal Highness|HRH] Diana's no longer a member of the ]. She's not an ]. This is a private matter!

Prince Charles: She's mother to your grandchildren!

HM The Queen Mother: What is happening now?

Prince Philip: I don't know; I can't hear, everyone shouting!

Mrs. Esme Cordelia Hoggett: [horn honks] Now, it's all very simple. Just half an hour at 350 degrees. I've given you rabbit casserole on Friday. Now, for Duchess, it's liver in the morning, heart for the evening. Except for Fridays, if it's steak in the morning and the cooked liver at night. Warm it up in a frying pan for a bit, but test it before you give it to her because she bites into it before she knows what's what, the silly darling. That'll be the bus. Oh! Farewell.

Farmer Hoggett: Have a nice time. Farewell.

Mrs. Esme Cordelia Hoggett: Hello, everyone!

Mrs. Esme Cordelia Hoggett: Oh, dearie me, Valda. I know I have to be at the National Conference. I am the Assistant General Secretary of the Northeast Region after all, but I do worry about leaving that man alone.

Valda: Yet acting a bit strange?

Mrs. Esme Cordelia Hoggett: Just silly facts. Odd little facts only a wife would notice. Yet, I suppose he can't get up to too much mischief in just three days, can he?

Valda: Of course not.

Babe: Oh. Nice evening. Disgrace about the weather. Nasty cough!

Babe: It's alright. Really! I'm just, well...bless you.

Farmer Hoggett: [Then he tosses the cat out into the pouring rain] Enough!

Narrator: But Fly could never believe that Babe was a sheep-killer, so she remained in the field to do something she'd never done before... talk to the sheep.

Fly: Tell me. Who killed the old one?

Sheep: Wolf!

Fly: Wolf. Is that the only words you half-wits know?

Sheep: Wolf!

Fly: Are you saying it was a dog?

Sheep: Babe! Where's Babe?

Fly: Was it wolf or Babe?!

Sheep: Wolf! Where's Babe?! Wolf! Babe!

Narrator: Farmer Hoggett was carrying something in the crook of one arm. A kind of black, shiny tube.

Farmer Hoggett: Come, pig.

Narrator: The pig had a vague memory that shiny tubes produced food and guessed that some quite unexpected reunion would come out of the two small round mouths.

Sheep: Wolf! Babe! Wolf! Babe!

Fly: [yelling] QUIET!!!!

Narrator: Fly decided to speak very slowly, for it was a cold fact of nature that sheep were stupid, and no one would ever persuade her otherwise.

Fly: [straining] Please, please would you be so kind as to tell me what happened?

Sheep: [to each other] Shh! Quiet!

Fly: Please, tell me what just happened this morning.

Narrator: The sheep spoke very slowly, for it was a cold fact of nature that wolves were ignorant, and nothing would convince them otherwise.

Sheep: Babe came! He saved us! The wolves killed Maa. But Babe drove the wolves away!

Fly: Thank you. Thank you! Thank you all very much!

Sheep: Pleasure talking to ya.

Mrs. Esme Cordelia Hoggett: [Fly is shown running toward the shack. Farmer Hoggett walks out of it as she passes him to get inside; notice the shotgun on his hand] Hoggett! Hooey! Hoggett! ARTHUR! Well, there you are! What do you think? That was the police on the telephone. They said there are wild dogs about. Apparently, the Mitchells lost six lambs this morning. What on earth are you doing here with that gun?!

Farmer Hoggett: [looks at his shotgun, realizing the mistake he almost made; Esme frowns at him, but lets out a sigh and walks back into the house as we see Farmer Hoggett with a pleading look on his face upon learning the truth and removes the shells on his shotgun] Oh, err... nothing.

Babe: Mom. Mom! Mom! Can we start work early today?

Fly: Oh, dear, it's not even dawn yet. You can go to work until the rooster crows. Go back to sleep.

Babe: Excuse me. Hello, sir. Excuse me, but it's almost dawn and......

Rooster: Wait, what?

Babe: I'm sorry to disturb you, but it's almost dawn, and I wondered if you'd mind crowing just a few moments early this morning.

Rooster: Get out of here!

Babe: But, well, see I just...

Rooster: Get lost!

Babe: Oh, okay Rooster.

Sheep: Wolf! Babe! Wolf! Babe!

Narrator: Now the pig understood why the sheep called all dogs wolves. And he was filled with a deep and horrible rage.

Babe: Maa! Maa! Are you alright?

Maa: Hello, young'un.

Babe: Oh, Maa, can you get up?

Maa: [last words] I don't reckon.

Babe: [but her eyes are far apart. Her head droops and life leaves her; chokes back sobs, then bleating depressed as the sheep saying his name; the Boss's truck rumbles up] It's over, Maa. The wolves have gone far off. I'll get the boss up here to look after you. You'll be alright. You'll be alright! Oh, Maa! Maa! MAA!! MAA!! MAA!!! MAA!!!

Farmer Hoggett: Go Home, pig.

Narrator: Fly knew that there was only one fate for any creature that took the life of a sheep on Hoggett Farm.

Narrator: It was at that time that Mrs. Hoggett began to worry about her husband. But Farmer Hoggett knows that little ideas that tickled and nagged and refused to go away should never be ignored for in them lie the seeds of destiny.

Farmer Hoggett: Close the gate... like that, and you're done.

Narrator: A pig doing the work of a sheepdog? With Rex out of action and Fly injured from the fight, Farmer Hoggett had no choice.

Babe: Maa! Maa! The boss has to give you some medicine.

Maa: Oh, dear, I thought so! It's horrible stuff, that.

Babe: I know, but it's for the best.

Maa: Oh, our young'un, if you say so.

Farmer Hoggett: Shoo! Shoo!

Narrator: As the thought first came to him, Farmer Hoggett dismissed it as mere whimsy, but like most of his harebrained ideas, it wouldn't go away.

Babe: What are they doing here?

Fly: It's a sheepdog trial.

Babe: Then it's like a competition for sheepdogs.

Fly: And their bosses. It's like an obstacle curse.

Babe: How do they decide who wins?

Fly: Well, it's time and mistakes. You get points for how fast you are and they take points away for every mistake. Every time a sheep goes the wrong road, that's a mistake and you lose points.

Babe: Looks like fun!

Fly: Oh, for a sheepdog, there's no prouder moment. You know, Rex and I used to...never mind.

Fly: [Rex doesn't answer] Rex? I know it was hard for you today, watching all that happening. But surely it's not worth all this misery. Please, darling. Not on such a beautiful night.

Rex: [gets up growling] You...put these ideas into his head, two-faced traitorous WRETCH!!!

Farmer Hoggett: [Rex accidentally bites his hand] Get down! Down, Rex! Rex...

Narrator: A dark cloud had descended on the valley. And the pig felt that the dangers were all his fault. But he was certain, he knew how to set things right.

Babe: [in an attempt to apologize for being better than him] Um, excuse me, sir. But I-I-I-I think all this trouble-

Vet: Well, it's not distemper. Can't be rabies. Must be the hormones.

Esme Hoggett: What about Hoggett's notion, the dog being jealous of the wee pig?

Vet: Oh, I don't see that myself.

Esme Hoggett: No. Then what have we done?

Vet: Well, you can keep him locked up or snip, snip. I can do it Tuesday.

Arthur Hoggett: No.

Vet: Or Wednesday.

Esme Hoggett: Hoggett doesn't want the dog operated on. He's a breeding dog.

Vet: [injects Rex] Well, now, I can sedate him, of course, but he'll be useless as a working dog. Now I'm gonna give you some pills to put in his food.

Arthur Hoggett: Good dog.

Farmer Hoggett: Get them up, Pig.

Fly: [to Babe] He wants you to drive them out of the yard.

Farmer Hoggett: Away to me, Pig!

Fly: Remember, you'll have to dominate them. Do that and they'll do anything you want. Go. Go!

Babe: [approaching Fly] This is ridiculous, Mom.

Fly: Nonsense. It's only your first try. But you're treating them like equals. They're sheep. They're inferior.

Babe: Oh, dear, they're not.

Fly: Of course they are! We are their masters, Babe. Let them doubt it for a second and they'll walk all over you.

Rex: [barks frustratingly] Fly, get that pig out of there!

Fly: Make them feel inferior. Abuse them. Insult them.

Rex: Fly!

Babe: But they'll laugh at me.

Fly: Then bite them! Be ruthless. Whatever it takes. Bend them to your will.

Rex: Enough!

Fly: Go ahead! Go!

Babe: Move along there, you...you big butt heads!

Maa: Young'un, stop this nonsense! What's got into you all of a sudden? I just got finished tellin what a nice young pig you be.

Babe: Maa, I was just trying to be a sheepdog...

Maa: Hah! Enough wolves in the world already, without a nice lad like you turnin nasty. You haven't had it in you, young'un!

Rex: [fumes at Fly] You and I have descended from the grand sheepdogs. We carry the bloodline of the ancient Bahou. We stand for something. And today, I watched in shame as all that was betrayed.

Fly: Rex, dear, he's just a little pig.

Rex: All the bigger the insult.

Babe: I'm sorry I bit you. Are you alright?

Sheep: Well, I wouldn't call that a bite myself. You've had teeth in that floppy mouth of yours or just gums?

Babe: [opening his mouth wide] Aaaah!

Maa: You see, ladies? A heart of gold!

Sheep: Heart of gold.

Maa: No need for all this wolf nonsense, young'un. All a nice little pig like you need do is ask.

Babe: Thanks very much. It was very kind of you.

Sheep: A pleasure. What a nice little pig!

Fly: [to Babe] Alright, how did you do it?

Babe: I asked them and they did it. I just asked them nicely.

Fly: We don't ask sheep, darling. We warn them what to do.

Babe: But I did so, Mom. They were really friendly. Perhaps Rex might be a little more friendly if I had a speak with him.

Fly: No, no, no. I think you better leave that to me.

Mrs. Hoggett: ...a washing machine, a radio, a new alarm clock. I think it's a lovely fax machine, darling, but can't you use it?

The Hoggetts daughter: We already have one, Mom. That's the entire idea. We can send faxes to each other. Now, don't be afraid of it just because it's new.

The Hoggetts son-in-law: These accounts are a real concern, Arthur. Every month your expenditure is bigger than your income. It's eating up your reserves the entire time. You need to modernize, get some sort of cash flow going. You're yet using a horse and cart, for heaven's sakes. Dad?

Farmer Hoggett: Funny, that.

The Hoggetts son-in-law: Wait, what?

Farmer Hoggett: These chickens, that pig.

The Hoggetts son-in-law: What's the pig had to do with anything?

Farmer Hoggett: [doesn't warn his family, but the next morning, he decides to see if he's really seen a pig herding chickens; turns to Babe; Babe hesitates] Nothing. Just look at them. The browns and the whites. Come, Rex. Come, Fly. Come, Pig. Come, Pig!

Fly: Maybe he's pleased with you for what you did yesterday.

Babe: I didn't do much.

Fly: Well, if it wasn't for you, darling, they could've stolen the entire flock.

Babe: Is Rex unhappy with me?

Fly: Oh, he'll be alright. Just stay out of his road today.

Farmer Hoggett: Way to be, Fly. Rex, come by!

Babe: You're so fast. I'd never be able to fly like you can.

Fly: Pigs aren't built to fly, darling. But speed isn't the fact. It's attitude. They just have to know who's boss.

Narrator: At any other time, the pig would've been tickled pink by his first visit to the sheep fields. But now, there was fear in the air. Maa and her kind were under threat.

Sheep Rustler: Hey, Frank, feel like pork for dinner tonight?

Maa: Young'un! You're alive!

Babe: Maa! What's going on? Who are these men?

Frank: [whistles] I'll get him out. Come around, Sniff!

Babe: [gets knocked over by Sniff] Where's our boss? It doesn't seem right.

Esme: [upon seeing her granddaughter heartbroken] What's wrong, dear?

The Hoggetts granddaughter: [complaining and sobbing; shrieking tearfully as we see Arthur smirking at his granddaughter's tantrum, trying not to laugh; crying] It's the wrong one! I WANT THE HOUSE I SAW ON THE TELEVISION!!

Esme: [comforting her granddaughter] Oh, there, there.

Farmer Hoggett: [Fly jumps into the truck bed. Then the farmer lifts Babe up behind her] Nice dog. Nice pig.

Fly: I'm very proud of you, my boy.

Babe: I'm going to be a nice sheepdog if I grow up, aren't I?

Fly: None of my pups would have done any better than you did so today.

Mrs. Esme Cordelia Hoggett: Here it is!

Farmer Hoggett: The bird.

The Hoggetts granddaughter: Yuck. Chicken?

The Hoggetts daughter: No, it's Duck a l'Orange. And, Mother, it looks absolutely superb.

The Hoggetts granddaughter: I'm not going to eat any of it!

The Hoggetts daughter: Oh, this is fabulous.

Babe: Ferdinand!

Cow: If you're out here, who's that in there?

Ferdinand: Her name's Rosanna. Why Rosanna? She–She had such a beautiful nature.

Babe: Oh, Ferdinand.

Ferdinand: I can't take it anymore.

Cow: Really!

Ferdinand: The fear's too much for a duck. It eats away at the soul. There must be kinder dispositions in far-off gentler lands.

Cow: The only way you'll find happiness is to accept that the way things are is the way things are.

Ferdinand: The way things are stinks! I'm not gonna be a goner. I'm gone! I wish all of you the best of luck.

Babe: Where will you go?

Ferdinand: No idea. But I'm a clever duck. I could do with an adventure.

Babe: I'll miss you, Ferdy.

Ferdinand: [jumps up on the gate and turns to Babe] Ferdy? Ha! No one's ever called me that before. Ha ha ha! Hey, good luck, Pig. Ha! I am out of here.

Babe: Bye-bye.

Ferdinand: Hey! Oh! Ow! And would you do me a favor, old thing?

Babe: Anything Good Luck, Ferdinand and Farewell.

Ferdinand: [with that said, he takes off] Open the gate, right pig, huh?

Babe: Farewell!

Narrator: The pig knew it was against the rules to leave the farm. But something was certainly wrong.

Mrs. Esme Cordelia Hoggett: How lovely, darling. What is this?

The Hoggetts son-in-law: It's a fax machine, Mother. You can send us letters by phone.

Arthur Hoggett: Huh.

Mrs. Esme Cordelia Hoggett: Oh.

Babe: Fly, may I call you Mom?

Esme Hoggett: Hello!

The Hoggetts son-in-law: Hey, folks, how are you? Merry Christmas!

Esme Hoggett: Merry Christmas! How's my favorite girl? Nanny has a jellybean. Give us a kiss. And guess what we're having for Christmas dinner? Roast pork.

The Hoggetts granddaughter: I hate pork.

Maa: Darn silly carry-on, if you ask me.

Horse: The cat says they call it Christmas.

Ferdinand: [runs off in fear] Christmas! Christmas dinner, yes. Dinner means death. Death means carnage! Christmas means carnage! CHRISTMAS MEANS CARNAGE!!

Maa: Eating pigs! Blaah! Barbarians!

Babe: [runs up to Maa] You're going back to the fields, Maa.

Maa: Oh, young'un, tragic there ain't more of your kind. I'll be thinking of you always.

Babe: I could come and visit you, Maa.

Maa: [gets yanked as the cart pulls forward, she follows] I'd like that, but...well, we shouldn't hope for too much.

Babe: [humming the tune of "Jingle Bells"] La la la, la la la, la la la lala. La la la, lala la la, lalala la la la la, hey!

Narrator: And then, it was Christmas Eve, and time had run out for the pig.

Mrs. Hoggett: Are you doing him tonight, then?

Farmer Hoggett: Huh.

Mrs. Hoggett: Sure. The blood will drain by morning.

Farmer Hoggett: Pity.

Mrs. Hoggett: What's that?

Farmer Hoggett: Nothing.

Mrs. Hoggett: What on earth are you rambling on about?

Farmer Hoggett: Exchange to miss out on the best ham prize at next year's fair, is all. Nice plump haunches he's getting. Beautiful. Yet...silly to wait, I suppose so.

Eddie Brock: Oh my gosh. That's Gwen.

Captain Stacy: [takes the camera from Eddie, and sees his daughter] What? What's she doing up there?

Eddie: I don't know. I just saw her last night. She said she had a modeling gig.

Captain Stacy: Who are you?

Brock: It's Brock, sir. Edward Brock Jr. I work at Daily Bugle, and I'm, uh, dating your daughter.