Lewin LloydQuotes

Pinocchio: I still say it's not right to yell right as somebody's about to make a shot.

Lampwick: Get over it. Everybody's knows psyching out your opponent is a great strategy. You gotta do what you gotta do to win.

Pinocchio: You're wrong, Lampy. I still call what you did cheating.

Lampwick: [suddenly sprouts some donkey ears; Pinocchio gasps and pushes his root beer away; sprouts a donkey tail] Come on. To hear you talk, you'd think something terrible was gonna happen to us. Conscience, right. What a crock.

Pinocchio: Uh, Lampy, you might want to check your…

Lampwick: [turns and faces him, now with a donkey head; brays] What do I look like to you? A jackass?

Pinocchio: [gasps; laughs; brays as he covers his mouth] You sure are…

Lampwick: [brays] Hey, you sound just like a donkey… Did that come out of me?

Pinocchio: [horrified] Uh-huh.

Lampwick: [looks at his reflection in the mirror, seeing he's half-human and half-donkey, breathes heavily, then whimpers, finally realizing, and screams in horror; brays; rushes over to Pinocchio and grabs him; desperately; let goes of him as his hands start turning into hooves] Help! Somebody help me! I've been double-crossed! I've been played! Help me, please! Anybody! Anybody, please! Just call anybody! Help me, please! MAMA! MAMA!

Lampwick: Hey, Slats, there's something I've been meaning to ask you. How come you didn't bust any of them cuckoo clocks? Any real kid would love to smash those clocks.

Pinocchio: It just didn't feel right.

Lampwick: [laughs; chuckles] Listen to Mr. Goody Two-Shoes. Well, I guess you ain't transformed into a complete jerk yet.

Pinocchio: I don't want to be a jerk. I want to be a real boy.

Lampwick: [scoffs] The way you're going, you might make it to half a real boy. It looks to me like you still got a conscience inside of you.

Pinocchio: I wish I still did had a conscience.

Jiminy: Pinocchio!

Lampwick: Now we're talking. Am I great or what?

Pinocchio: It's awfully quiet. Where do you suppose all the kids went, Lampy?

Lampwick: They're around here somewhere. What do you care? They're all losers anyway. Four in the corner. Oh! Look at that. Another perfect shot, if I do say so myself.

Coachman: Your conscience is the last thing you want to take to Pleasure Island.

Pinocchio: Pleasure Island? Is that where you're going?

Lampwick: You bet your sweet patootie that's where we're going. It's the greatest joy joint in the world. No cops, no parents, no rules. You can tear the place apart and nobody says a word.