Pinocchio (1940) - Quotes

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Geppetto: [sobbing; sobs; continues sobbing softly] My boy. My brave little boy.

Blue Fairy: [voice heard; transforms Pinocchio into a real boy, and revives him] Prove yourself brave, truthful, and unselfish. And someday, you'll be a real boy. Awake, Pinocchio. Awake.

Pinocchio: [waking up, alive and rubs his eyes] Father! Whatcha crying for?

Geppetto: [not realizing that Pinocchio is alive] Because you're dead, Pinocchio.

Pinocchio: No! No, I'm not.

Geppetto: Yes. Yes, you are. Now lie down.

Pinocchio: [moves his hand] But, Father, I'm alive. See? And...And I'm...I'm...real. I'm a real boy!

Geppetto: You're alive! And, you are a real boy! A real, live boy!

Geppetto: [swings all the pendulums on the cuckoo clocks and turns on a music box; He plays an accordion as he and Pinocchio dance around the workshop as Figaro dances around Cleo's fishbowl on the workbench] This calls for a celebration! Professor, lots of music!

Pinocchio: Hang on, Father!

Geppetto: Save… yourself.

Geppetto: Is that the last of them?! Here's a big one! Only a few left! Gotta work fast! Here's another one!

Pinocchio: Hey! Hey, Father! Father!

Geppetto: [surprised] Don't bother me now, Pinocchio! Pinocchio?

Pinocchio: Father!

Geppetto: [joyfully hugging one of the fish to think it's Pinocchio] Pinocchio, my son!

Pinocchio: Hey, Father. Here I am.

Geppetto: [drops the fish in the water, and Pinocchio leaps to his father for a big hug] Oh. Pinocchio, my boy! I'm so happy to see you.

Pinocchio: [Figaro climbs on Geppetto's head, causing his glasses to fall off; rubs Cleo's belly with his finger] Me, too, Father. Figaro. Aw, Figaro. Cleo. Oh, Cleo. You're here, too.

Geppetto: [Pinocchio sneezes] Yes. We're all together again. Oh, You are soaking wet.

Pinocchio: Yes, Father.

Geppetto: You mustn't catch cold.

Pinocchio: But I came to save you.

Geppetto: [grabs the blanket and wraps around Pinocchio; removes Pinocchio's hat, then gasps in major shock as he notices Pinocchio has donkey ears] You know that you shouldn't have come down here, but I'm awfully glad to see you. Let me take your hat off. Pinocchio!

Pinocchio: What's the matter?

Geppetto: [makes donkey's ears from his fingers] Those ears!

Pinocchio: [twirls his donkey tail; laughs, then accidentally brays like a donkey and covers his mouth in shock which causes Figaro to jump backwards into Cleo's bowl] Huh, ears? Oh, these. Oh, that's nothing. I got a tail, too!

Geppetto: Pinocchio! What's happened to you?

Pinocchio: Well, I-I-

Geppetto: [hugs Pinocchio; they touch noses] Oh, never mind that. Old Geppetto has his little wooden head. Nothing else matters.

Jiminy Cricket: I gotta get in! My pal's in there. Come on, ya big moose! Open up, I tell ya! Hey! Cut it out. Hey, beat it, you buzzards!

Geppetto: Get out? Oh, no, no, son. I have tried every way. Why, I even built a raft.

Pinocchio: A raft? That's it! We'll take the raft and when the whale opens his mouth...

Geppetto: No, no, no, no. Now, listen, son. He only opens his mouth when he's eating. Then everything comes in, nothing goes out.

Pinocchio: Oh.

Geppetto: It's hopeless, Pinocchio. Come, we make a nice fire and we cook some of the fish.

Pinocchio: A fire! That's it!

Geppetto: Yes! And then we'll all eat again.

Pinocchio: A great big fire! Lots of smoke.

Geppetto: Smoke? Oh, yes, sure. Smoked fish will taste good.

Pinocchio: Quick, some wood.

Geppetto: Pinocchio, not the chair.

Pinocchio: Hurry, Father, more wood!

Geppetto: What'll we sit on?

Pinocchio: We won't need it. We're getting out!

Geppetto: Getting out? But how?

Pinocchio: We'll make him sneeze!

Geppetto: Make him sneeze? That will make him mad!

Jiminy Cricket: [following after Pinocchio] Hey, where are ya goin'?

Pinocchio: I'm going to find him!

Jiminy Cricket: But, Pinoke, are you crazy?! Do you not realize that he's inside a whale?!

Pinocchio: I gotta go to him!

Jiminy Cricket: [Pinocchio keeps going straight to a high cliff overlooking the ocean in the morning, with Jiminy following all the way; Pinocchio starts tying a rock to his donkey tail; then helps tie Pinocchio's tail to the rock completely] Hey, Pinoke! Wait! Listen here, Son! But this Monstro, I've heard of him; he's a whale of a whale! Why, he swallows whole ships alive! Tie it good and tight, now. And besides, it's dangerous! Why, I-

Pinocchio: [extends a hand for a handshake from Jiminy] Good-bye, Jiminy.

Jiminy Cricket: [hops onto the rock and holds his nose; screams as they jump down from high off the cliff; they plunge into the ocean with a gigantic splash, and the rock attached to Pinocchio's tail drags them to the ocean floor] Good-bye? I may be live bait down there, but I'm with ya! C'mon, Pinoke. Let's go. LOOK OUT BELOW! Gangway down there!

Jiminy Cricket: [pulls the flattened cigar out of Pinocchio's mouth with his umbrella; angrily kicks the #8 ball and painfully stubs his toe] PINOCCHIO!!!! So this is where I find you! How do you ever expect to be a real boy?! Look at yourself! Smokin'?! Playin pool?! OW! You're comin right home with me this minute!

Lampwick: [picks up Jiminy by his coat] Hey, who's the beetle?

Jiminy Cricket: [voice becomes muffled as he gets wrapped around in his coat] Let go! Put me down! Let me outta here! Put me down!

Pinocchio: He's my conscience. He tells me what's right from wrong.

Lampwick: [drops Jiminy] What?!? You mean to tell me you take orders from a grasshopper?!?

Jiminy Cricket: Grasshopper?!? Look here, you... you impudent young pup! It wouldn't hurt you to take orders from your grasshopper… Uh, your conscience! If you had one!

Lampwick: [strikes the #9 ball into the ball Jiminy is standing on] Yeah, yeah, yeah, sure. Screwball in the corner pocket.

Jiminy Cricket: [angrily climbs out of hole; furiously takes off his coat; punches the air; Lampwick laughs harder] Why, you...you young hoodlum! I'll...I'll knock your block off! I'll take you apart and put you back together!

Pinocchio: [holds Jiminy back by his vest] Oh, don't hurt him, Jiminy. He's my best friend.

Jiminy Cricket: [angrily storms away; furiously picks up his suit and angrily squashes his top hat real flat] Why, I oughtta...huh?! Your best friend?! And what am I!?! Just your conscience! OK! That settles it!

Pinocchio: But, Jiminy...

Jiminy Cricket: [angrily puts his suit coat on backward and accidentally falls down a pool hole again to hit the balls and falls over again; Lampwick laughs even harder; angrily mocks Lampwick's laughter; furiously storms out the pool hall] You buttered your bread! Now, sleep in it! Ha, ha, ha! Go on! Laugh! Make a jackass out of yourself! I'm through. This is the end.

Pinocchio: But, Jiminy, Lampwick says a guy only lives once.

Jiminy Cricket: [scoffs] Lampwick!? Hmph.

Lampwick: [pours some beer into a couple steins] Come on, come on! Give him a break. Let him go.

Jiminy Cricket: [kicks a smoked cigar, making the ashes fly everywhere; goes through the inside of an open book, and comes out by ripping and tearing some pages; gets tangled in the leg by a ribbon, and shakes it off; raps on the door with his umbrella handle] Lampwick? Huh... LAMPWICK! Burns me up. After all I tried to do for him. Who's his conscience, anyway? Me, or that... that hoodlum Lampwick? I've had enough of this. I'm takin the next boat outta here. Open up that door. Open up! I wanna go home!

Coachman: C'mon, you blokes! Keep it moving. Lively there now! We haven't got all night!

Jiminy Cricket: [scratches his head] Where'd all the donkeys come from?

Coachman: [one of his henchmen pulls a donkey dressed in a police uniform toward him] Come on, come on! Let's have another! And what's your name?

Donkey: Hee-haw!

Coachman: [tears the police uniform off the donkey and kicks him in the rear end, throwing him into a crate with five others; chuckles evilly; another donkey, who is dressed in a sailor suit is thrown toward him] Okay, you'll do! In you go! You boys will bring a nice price! Alright! Next! And what might your name be?

Alexander: Alexander.

Coachman: Hmm, so you can talk.

Alexander: Y-yes, sir. I wanna go home to my mama!

Coachman: [snatches Alexander and throws him into a pen with six other donkeys that can still talk and still wear boys' clothing] Take him back! He can still talk!

Alexander: [then begins to protest by pleading and begging for mercy; the others protest by begging and pleading for mercy] Please, please. I DON’T WANNA BE A DONKEY! LET ME OUT OF HERE!!!

Coachman: [cracks his whip furiously; last words] QUIET!!!! You boys have had your fun. Now, pay for it.

Jiminy Cricket: [quickly dashes back to the pool hall to warn Pinocchio about what has happened to the boys] Boys?! So that's what… PINOCCHIO!!!

Lampwick: [Takes a sip of his beer; Suddenly, his ears turn into brown donkey ears. Pinocchio pushes his mug of beer away; As he leans across the pool table to shoot another ball, a donkey tail pops out from the back of his pants. Pinocchio, still shocked, takes the cigar out of his mouth and throws it away; He shoots another ball and picks up his cigar when his face turns brown; Turns around and shows that his face is now a donkey’s head; He puts his cigar in his mouth] Hmph! To hear that beetle talk… You’d think something was gonna happen to us. Conscience. Ah, phooey! Where does he get all that stuff? “How do you ever expect to be a real boy?” What’s he think I look like? A jackass?

Pinocchio: [Laughs, but his laughter suddenly turns into a donkey’s bray, and causes him to cover his mouth in horror] You sure do!

Lampwick: [He laughs, then his laughter turns into a bray, too, and allows him to cover his mouth to stop in shock; Pinocchio nods yes nervously. Lampwick feels a muzzle on his face and gasps and feels his ears, suspicious and horrified; feels nothing but fur and tugs at his ears and looks at them; Looks in the mirror and sees that he is turning into a donkey before he realizes and screams in terror; Gets on his knees and begs to Pinocchio for mercy to help, causing him to back into a wall and get his overall straps grabbed by Lampwick's hands; Grabs Pinocchio by his overall straps and shakes him up and down with his hands; Just then, his hands let go of Pinocchio and turn into hooves and paw at Pinocchio, causing him to gasp and get injured; In the shadow cast upon the wall with his last words, Lampwick is forced onto all fours, and having fully been turned into a donkey, starts kicking, braying wildly, stamping around the room, and knocking over tables and chairs. As Pinocchio panics and runs away to hide a chair, he suddenly grows two gray donkey ears when Lampwick leaves, braying like a donkey wildly] Hey, you laugh like a donkey. Did that come out of me? Oh. Huh? What the-? What’s goin’ on?! AAAAAAAAH!!! I’ve been double-crossed! Help, help! SOMEBODY, HELP! I've been framed! HELP! Please, you've got to help me. Oh, be a pal. Call that beetle. Call anybody! Mama?! MAAAAAAAAAAMAAAAAAAAAA—!!!!

Pinocchio: Oh! What’s happening?!?

Jiminy Cricket: I hope I'm not too late.

Pinocchio: What--? What will I do!?!!

Jiminy Cricket: Pinocchio! Pinocchio! Pinocchio!

Pinocchio: Jiminy! Oh, Jiminy, help!

Jiminy Cricket: Quick, Pinoke! The kids! The boys! They’re all donkeys! Oh! You too?!? Come on, quick! Before you get any worse! This way, Pinoke. It's the only way out. Hurry up... Umph! Before they see us! You gotta jump!

Jiminy Cricket: [whistles] PINOCCHIO! Pinocchio?! Where is everybody? The place is like a graveyard. I don't like the looks of this. Pinocchio! Hey, where are you?

Lampwick: [eats his roast chicken while Pinocchio takes a lick of his ice cream cone and a bite of his whole pie; tosses away his chicken] Oh, boy! A scrap! C'mon! Let's go in and poke somebody in the nose!

Pinocchio: Why?

Lampwick: Ah, just for the fun of it.

Pinocchio: [tosses away his ice cream cone and pie and strolls into the Roughhouse with Lampwick] Okay, Lampy!

Lampwick: [strikes a match on the Mona Lisa painting to light his cigar] What'd I tell ya? Ain't this a swell joint?

Pinocchio: [holds an axe] Yeah! Bein bad's a lot of fun, ain't it?

Lampwick: [picks up a brick and throws it at the stained glass window, shattering it] Yeah, uh-huh. Get a load of that stained-glass window.

Coachman: [cracks his whip; the guards close the wooden doors; cackles evilly] Alright, now! Hop to it, you blokes! Come on! Come on! Shut the doors and lock em tight! Now, get below and get the crates ready! Give a bad boy enough rope and he'll soon make a jackass of himself.

Lampwick: Ever been to Pleasure Island?

Pinocchio: [shows Lampwick his "ticket" from Honest John] Uh-uh. But Mr. Honest John gave me...

Lampwick: Me, neither, but they say that it's a swell joint! No school, no cops. You can tear the joint apart, and nobody says a word!

Pinocchio: Honest John gave me...

Lampwick: Loaf around, plenty to eat, plenty to drink. And it's all free!

Pinocchio: Honest John...

Geppetto: [puts on his hat, coat, and scarf, and then takes a lantern; to Figaro and Cleo] What could have happened to him? Where could he be at this hour? I'd better go out again, and look for him. And remember, nobody eats a bite, until I find him.

Stromboli: [singing; chuckles heartily] ...I buy a new suit and I swing-a that cane, I eat-a the bread and I drink-a champagne! I got-a no strings on-a me! Bravo, Pinocchio!

Pinocchio: They like me!

Stromboli: [slides a stack of coins across the table with his machete; pokes an olive off his table] Mmmmmm.... 200. You are-a sensational!

Pinocchio: You mean I'm good?

Stromboli: [slides another stack; chops some bread very close to Pinocchio] Ah, 300! You are-a colossal!

Pinocchio: Does that mean that I'm an actor?

Stromboli: [bites an onion] Sure! I will push you in the public’s eye! Your face, she will-a be on everybody's tongue!

Pinocchio: [sheds tears due to Stromboli's onion breath] Will she?

Stromboli: [notices a washer in his stacks of coins; bites down on the washer and angrily curses in Italian until he realizes Pinocchio is listening; he calms down and gives the bent washer to him] Yeah. What's this?! For you, my little Pinocchio.

Pinocchio: For me? Gee, thanks! I'll run right home and tell my father!

Stromboli: [spits out the wine he was drinking, and coughs; laughs; laughs] Home-a? Oh, sure! Going home to your father! Oh, that is-a very-a comical!

Pinocchio: You mean it's funny?

Stromboli: [laughs] Oh, sure! Yes!

Pinocchio: [joins him in laughing] I'll be back in the morning!

Stromboli: [curses in Italian gibberish for a moment; realizes Pinocchio is still listening and joins him in laughing until he throws him in a birdcage; snaps the padlock shut] Be back in the morning?! Going-a home? There! THIS will be-a your home! Where I can find-a you always!

Pinocchio: [shakes the birdcage bars] No! No! No!

Stromboli: [shakes his rear end at his prisoner] Yes! Yes! Yes! To me, you are-a belonging! We will tour-a the world! Paris! London! Monte Carlo! Constantinople!

Pinocchio: No! No!

Stromboli: [slams his hand on the table; mutters greedily in Italian as he pours all of his money into a sack; slams the sack into his cummerbund; picks up an axe; throws the axe; the axe lands on a broken puppet; Stromboli starts laughing maniacally] YES! We start-a TONIGHT! Mmm... You will make lots of-a money... FOR ME! And when you are growing too old, you will make-a good... FIREWOOD!

Pinocchio: [shakes the birdcage bars] Let me outta here! I gotta get out! You can't keep me…

Stromboli: [jumps on the floor; blows a kiss to Pinocchio; laughs evilly, then walks out and slams the wagon door, blowing out the lantern and making the room completely dark] QUIET!!!! SHUT UP!!!!! Before I KNOCK-A you silly! Good night… ...my little wooden gold mine.

Pinocchio: [shakes the birdcage bars; shakes his fist in serious anger] No! No! Wait! Let me out! I'll tell my father!

Stromboli: [cracks his whip to his horses; The wagon starts moving] Giddyap!

Pinocchio: [whistles; whistles; Crying] Jiminy! Oh, Jiminy! Oh, Jiminy, where are you?! Jiminy Cricket!

Jiminy Cricket: [about Pinocchio; enters Stromboli's wagon, and then looks for Pinocchio] Well, there he goes. Sitting in the lap of luxury with the world at his feet. Oh, well. I can always say that I knew him when I met him. I'll just get out of his life quietly. But I would like to wish him luck, though. Sure. Why not? Pinocchio? Pinocchio? It's me. Your old friend, Jiminy. Remember?

Pinocchio: [sheds a tear] Jiminy! Gee, I'm glad to see you!

Jiminy Cricket: [runs to the birdcage; hops up onto the birdcage] Pinocchio! What's happened? What did he do to you?

Pinocchio: [about Stromboli] Oh, he was mad! He said that he's gonna push my face into everybody's eyes!

Jiminy Cricket: Oh, yeah?!

Pinocchio: And...And just because I'm a gold brick, he...he's gonna chop me into firewood!

Jiminy Cricket: [Pinocchio nods; climbs into the padlock through the keyhole; falls into the padlock. Pinocchio listens, as he tries to open the padlock up. He comes out of the padlock, takes his coat and hat off, hangs them both on a screw of the padlock, and then to Pinocchio; Pinocchio watches, as Jiminy continues trying to open the padlock up; his shouting echoes throughout the insides of the padlock; to the audience; continues trying to open the padlock up with his umbrella. Pinocchio takes a closer look, as Jiminy pries at the padlock up with his umbrella, loosening the spring in the process; suddenly, the spring breaks off of the padlock, sending Jiminy flying out of the padlock; Pinocchio watches, as the spring continues flying from the padlock, and then lands straight right into one side of the birdcage. He hangs onto one side of the birdcage via the broken spring; chuckles nervously] Oh, is that so? Now, don't you worry, son. I'll have you out of here in no time at all. Why, this is...this is just as easy as rolling off a...Whoa! Kinda rusty. Needs a li'l oil! That's what I said. WHOA! Must be one of the old models.

Pinocchio: You mean that you can't open it?

Jiminy Cricket: [Pinocchio gives him his coat and hat, and then watches him put his coat and hat back on him] Yeah. Looks pretty hopeless. It'll take a miracle to get us outta here.

Pinocchio: Gee.

Geppetto: [gets interrupted by Stromboli's wagon approaching] Pinocchio! Pinocchio!

Stromboli: [to his horse; speaks in Italian gibberish] Giddyap!

Geppetto: [gets interrupted again, this time by a loud thunderclap; he doesn't realize that Pinocchio is inside Stromboli's wagon, and then continues searching for Pinocchio out in the streets of the village, as he goes the opposite direction of Stromboli's wagon] Pinocch-

Jiminy Cricket: A fine conscience I turned out to be.

Pinocchio: [tearfully] I should've listened to you, Jiminy.

Jiminy Cricket: No, it was my fault. I shouldn't have walked out on you.

Pinocchio: Guess I'll never see my father again.

Jiminy Cricket: [starts crying; Pinocchio sobs as one of his tears lands onto Jiminy's hat until it splashes; takes a handkerchief from his coat pocket and holds it onto Pinocchio's nose; Pinocchio blows his nose into the tissue; blows his nose into the same handkerchief; looks at the sky while a tear runs down on his cheek; outside Stromboli's wagon window, the clouds cleared up, and revealed the starry night sky, as the wishing star approaches the wagon window; Pinocchio falls off of the birdcage's perch, as he hops onto another side of the birdcage] Oh, buck up, son. It couldn't be worse. Be cheerful...LIKE ME! Oh. Take it easy, son. Come on. Blow. Attaboy. Oh, well. It stopped raining, anyway. Hey! It's that star again! The lady! The... The fairy!

Pinocchio: [gets up] What'll she say?! What'll I tell her?!

Jiminy Cricket: [hides inside the birdcage's birdfeeder, as Pinocchio hides his head right between his legs like an ostrich. The Blue Fairy appears, and then looks around Stromboli's wagon, as Pinocchio watches in amazement] Um...Uh...You might tell her the truth!

Blue Fairy: Why, Pinocchio.

Pinocchio: Oh. Hello.

Blue Fairy: Sir Jiminy.

Jiminy Cricket: Well, uh, this is a pleasant surprise. Ha ha!

Blue Fairy: Pinocchio! Why didn't you go to school?

Pinocchio: [looks up at Jiminy] School? Well, I...

Jiminy Cricket: Go ahead. Tell her.

Pinocchio: I was going to school till I met somebody.

Blue Fairy: Met somebody?

Pinocchio: [his nose grows a little] Yeah, uh...two big monsters with big, green eyes! Why, I...I...

Blue Fairy: [playing along] Monsters? Weren't you afraid?

Pinocchio: [his nose grows a little more and sprouts leaves] No, ma'am, but they tied me in a big sack.

Blue Fairy: [Pinocchio nods] You don't say. And where was Sir Jiminy?

Pinocchio: Huh? Oh, Jiminy. Um...Uh...

Jiminy Cricket: [jumps in front of Pinocchio] Psst! Leave me outta this.

Pinocchio: [his nose grows even more, taking Jiminy along with it] They put him in a little sack.

Jiminy Cricket: No!

Pinocchio: [his nose sprouts flowers] Yes!

Blue Fairy: How did you escape?

Pinocchio: [his nose grows again, and a nest with baby birds sprouts at the end of it] I didn't. They chopped me into firewood! Oh, look! My nose! What's happened?

Blue Fairy: Perhaps you haven't been telling the truth, Pinocchio.

Jiminy Cricket: Perhaps"?!

Pinocchio: [The branch with the nest on his nose withers, and the birds fly away, whistling] Oh, but I have. Every single word! Oh, please help me! I'm awful sorry!

Blue Fairy: You see, Pinocchio, a lie keeps growing and growing until it's as plain as a nose on your face.

Jiminy Cricket: She's right, Pinoke. You better come clean.

Pinocchio: I'll never lie again! Honest, I won't!

Jiminy Cricket: [to the Blue Fairy] Please, Your Honor...uh...I mean, Miss Fairy, give him another chance, for my sake. Will you? Huh?

Blue Fairy: I'll forgive you this once. But remember. A boy who won't be good might just as well be made of wood.

Pinocchio and Jiminy Cricket: [in unison] We'll be good, won't we?

Blue Fairy: Very well. But this is the last time that I can help you.

Pinocchio: Gee, look, Jiminy! My nose!

Jiminy Cricket: Hey! We're free! Come on, Pinoke!

Stromboli: [singing; last words] I buy a new suit and I swing-a that cane! I eat-a the bread and I drink-a champagne! I got-a no strings on-a me!

Jiminy Cricket: Toodle-oo, Stromboli!

Pinocchio: [yelling] Goodbye, Mr. Strombo...

Jiminy Cricket: [whispering; they rush home to the village] Shh! Quiet! Let's get outta here before something else happens.

Honest John: [drunkenly singing; laughs; Gideon takes the ring that he smoked from his cigar and dunks it in his beer like dunking a donut in coffee, bites into it, and hiccups; lays a small bag of money on the table and laughs as the Coachman, stuffing tobacco into his pipe, grins wickedly; Gideon nods in agreement and hiccups, spilling beer all over himself; takes a smoke from his cigar] Hi diddle dee-dee! An actor's life for me! A high silk hat and a silver cane! A watch of gold with a diamond chain! Hi diddle dee-day! An actor's life is gay! It's great to be a celebrity! An actor's life for me! And the dummy fell for it! Hook, line, and sinker! And he still thinks that we're his friends! And did Stromboli pay? Plenty! That shows you how low that Honest John will stoop. Eh, Giddy? Now, uh, Coachman... What's your proposition?

Coachman: [Puffs at his pipe, drums his fingers on the table, and reaches into his coat pocket; drops an even larger bag of money on the table] Well... How would you blokes like to make some real money?

Honest John: [makes throat-slitting gesture] Well! And who do we have to, uh...?

Coachman: [he and Honest John look around the empty bar, whispering] No, no! Nothing like that. You see... I'm collecting stupid little boys.

Honest John: Stupid little boys?

Coachman: You know, the disobedient ones who play hooky from school.

Honest John: Oh!

Coachman: [whispers inaudibly in Honest John's ear. Gideon puts his ear to Honest John's other ear and cleans it out for him, so he can listen as well] And you see... And I takes em to Pleasure Island.

Honest John: [suddenly shocked and horrified] Ah, Pleasure Island. Pleasure Island?! But the law! Suppose they...

Coachman: [leans into the camera, red in the face with a huge evil smile, his eyes bugging out of his head, and his powdered wig forming devil horns. Honest John and Gideon cower in serious fear as he laughs maniacally before pulling them closer] No, no. There's no risk. They never come back.... as... BOYS! Now, I got a coach leavin at midnight tonight! We'll meet at the crossroads! And no double-crossin'!

Honest John: No, sir!

The Coachman: Scout around! Any good prospects you find, bring em to me!

Honest John: Yes, chief!

The Coachman: I'll pay you well! I've got plenty o gold!

Honest John: Yes, yes...

Pinocchio: [as he and Jiminy head home after escaping from Stromboli] No, sir! Nothing can stop me now! I'll make good this time!

Jiminy Cricket: You'd better!

Pinocchio: I will. I'm goin to school!

Jiminy Cricket: That's the stuff, Pinoke!

Pinocchio: I'd rather be smart than be an actor!

Jiminy Cricket: Now, you're talkin'! C'mon, slowpoke! I'll race ya home!

Honest John: Well, well, Pinocchio! What's your rush?

Pinocchio: [tips his hat] I gotta beat Jiminy home! Oh, hello.

Honest John: [Running in place next to Pinocchio] Well, how was the great actor?

Pinocchio: I don't want to be an actor! Stromboli was terrible!

Honest John: He was?!

Pinocchio: Yeah! He locked me in a birdcage!

Honest John: He did?

Pinocchio: Uh-huh, but I learned my lesson! I'm goin home!

Honest John: [He puts his hands in front of Pinocchio's face; puts small round doctor's glasses on his muzzle; Gideon pulls out a notepad and a pencil; Honest John pulls on Pinocchio's arm to check his pulse; measures Pinocchio's pulse with a ruler; Gideon writes down what he thinks he said; Honest John presses Pinocchio's nose to hold his head back and uses his glasses as a tongue depressor while he looks into his mouth] Oh, you poor, poor boy! You must be a nervous wreck. That's it! You are a nervous wreck! We must diagnose this case at once! Quick, doctor! Your notebook! Bless my soul. Mmm...mm-hmm! My, my...Just as I thought. A slight touch of nolitary complications with bucolic semi-lunar contraptions of the flying trapezes. Mm-hmm...say "hippopotamus".

Pinocchio: Hi-ho-ha-ha-his!

Honest John: [Gideon writes in the middle of the air; Pinocchio closes his eyes hard] I knew it! Compound transmission in the pandemonium custom in the span frantic disintegration. Close your eyes. What do you see?

Pinocchio: Nothing.

Honest John: [puts a polka dot handkerchief in front of Pinocchio's face while his eyes are still closed; Pinocchio does so] Open them up. Now, what do you see?

Pinocchio: [somewhat awed] Spots.

Honest John: [he yanks up Pinocchio’s shirt, revealing his chest and belly. He lifts the shirt up in front of the puppet’s face, forcing him to lean back slightly with his arms at his sides. Honest John presses his ear against Pinocchio’s chest to listen to his heartbeat, his furry cheek rub against Pinocchio’s bare belly as he speaks; Taps several objects on a windowsill, making a drumbeat to make it sound like Pinocchio’s heart is beating. Pinocchio tries to look over his shirt, eyes wide with concern; bonks Gideon's head with his cane; takes the notepad from a dizzy Gideon and with a look of thoughtfulness, examines the notebook. For a second and then pulls back with a look of shock; the camera reveals that Gideon has written nothing but scribbles on the notepad] Aha! Now, that heart! OOOH, my goodness! A palpitating syncopation of the killer-diller with a wicky-wacky stabbing of the floy joy! Quick, doctor! That report! Oh! OH, this makes it perfectly clear! My boy, you are allergic!

Pinocchio: Allergic?

Honest John: [winks at Gideon] Yes, and there is only one cure! A vacation! On Pleasure Island!

Pinocchio: Pleasure Island?

Honest John: Yes! That happy land of carefree boys where every day's a holiday!

Pinocchio: But I can't go. I-

Honest John: [produces an Ace of Spades playing card as a "ticket" in his hand and gives it to Pinocchio] Why, of course you can go! I'm giving you my ticket! Here.

Pinocchio: [takes the "ticket"] Thanks, but I'm goin'...

Honest John: [he and Gideon take Pinocchio to the coach to Pleasure Island, singing] Oh, tut, tut, tut! I insist! Your health comes first! Come! The coach departs at midnight! Hi diddle dee-dee! It's Pleasure Island for me! Where every day is a holiday and kids have nothing to do but play. Hi diddly doo! If what I hear is true. A land of pudding and marmalade. It's Pleasure Island for me!

Jiminy Cricket: [turns around to see Pinocchio, Honest John, and Gideon disappear around the corner, and runs after them] Pinoke! Oh, Pinoke! Now where do you suppose that he- Huh? Pinocchio! Hey! Come back here!

Pinocchio: [singing; trips and falls down the stairs and gets his nose stuck in a hole; the audience laugh] I got no strings to hold me do...

Jiminy Cricket: Go ahead. Make a fool of yourself, then maybe you'll listen to your conscience!

Stromboli: [squeals angrily and grabs Pinocchio, cursing in Italian, until he realizes the audience is laughing; speaks in Italian] Cute-a kid.

Jiminy Cricket: [looks at his reflection in a paintpot and turns to Pinocchio] Oh! I almost forgot about you. Well, Pinoke. You and I need to have a little heart-to-heart talk.

Pinocchio: Why?

Jiminy Cricket: Well, you wanna be a real boy, don't you?

Pinocchio: [nods his head] Uh-huh.

Jiminy Cricket: [Pinocchio drops down on the bench] All right. Sit down, son. Now, you see, the world is full of temptations.

Pinocchio: Temptations?

Jiminy Cricket: [chuckles; clears throat] Yep, temptations. They're the wrong things that seem right at the time, but, uh...even though the right things may seem wrong, sometimes, or sometimes, the wrong things may be right at the wrong time, or vice-versa. Understand?

Pinocchio: [starts to nod, then shakes his head; Jiminy handpalms] Uh-uh. But I'm gonna do right.

Jiminy Cricket: [whistles] Attaboy, Pinoke! And I'm gonna help ya. Now if you need me at anytime, just whistle. Like this.

Pinocchio: [blows, but no sound comes out] Like this?

Jiminy Cricket: No, no, try it again, Pinoke.

Pinocchio: [blows again, but no sound comes out] Like this?

Jiminy Cricket: [whistles three times. Pinocchio blows air twice and finally whistles on the third attempt] No, son. Now, listen. That's it! Come on, now, let's sing it!

Jiminy Cricket: Quiet! Hey! What's going on here?

Jiminy Cricket: Now you listen to me, Pinoke!! I'm your conscience!

Pinocchio: (last words before he is killed by Monstro) Hang on, father!

Pinocchio: [[w:Land of Toys|HELP!!] Jiminy! Jiminy, ]

Pinocchio: Gee, Lampwick.

Pinocchio: [To audience, singing] There are no strings on me! WAHH!

Pinocchio: What's an actor?

Geppetto: Now, go to sleep, my little fish. Good night.