Valiant (2005) - Quotes

Confusion Over Friend or Foe

Monty: [Pulls down a curtain of a pigeon] Friend or foe?

Pigeons: Foe!

Monty: [[w:pigeon|pigeon; Pulls down another curtain of a falcon] No, you idiots! It's a ]! Friend or foe?

Pigeons: Foe! No, friend. Friend, or maybe...

Monty: No, it's a foe!

Pigeon: Ah, yes.

Monty: [Pulls down a curtain of ink splats] Friend or Foe?

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A Request for Refreshing Beverages

Valiant: We’re all a bit thirsty. If we could have some cold drinks, that would be nice.

Monty: [Yells at him; [w:flamingo|FLAMINGO!!!] Of course. That can certainly be arranged. RIGHT AFTER I SPROUT FEET FEATHERS AND TURN INTO A ]

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Classified Information and Urgent Matters Discussed

Felix: So, what's the news from the front?

Gutsy: Can't say of course. Classified. But danger is our business.

Valiant: [''grunts''; ''slips; crowd laughs''] Let me through. Got to get to Wing Comman- Excuse me, Wing Commander?

Gutsy: Yes?

Valiant: Sir, where do I sign up?

Unnamed Pigeon: Are you a bit on the wee side? (crowd laughs)

Gutsy: [''clears throat''; ''drinks juice''] There always a place for a few valiant birds. Sign up is tomorrow in London. Love to stay and chat but duty calls and we must answer. Beaks up, boys Let's make wind.

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A Son's Determination Amidst War

Elsa: Listen to your mother! You can't go!

Valiant: Mum, there's a war going on, and I want to do my bit.

Elsa: Why, why, why?

Valiant: [Before Valiant can leave, Elsa grabs his tail] Oh, Mum! Goodbye.

Elsa: [[w:falcon|falcons] Those ] are going to tear you apart!

Valiant: Oh, Mum!

Elsa: My dear little baby!

Valiant: [Elsa lets go of Valiant and he crashes] Mum! Mother, that's not helping! Mother, honestly I'm going to be fine.

Elsa: [Shows him a picture of an egg] You were such a cute little egg.

Valiant: Oh, Mum. I'm not an egg anymore. It's time I left the nest. No one thinks I can do this, and it may be my only chance to show them and myself that they're wrong.

Elsa: [Spits out a bug.] Well, at least have some breakfast before you go.

Valiant: Oh, Mum. Ugh! No, thanks.

Elsa: Oh, Valiant.

Valiant: Right, then. I love you. Goodbye!

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Urgent News of Top Fliers' Loss

Messenger: [[w:seagull|seagull] Wing Commander Gutsy, this just in from a ] near Dover: None of them made it back alive!

Gutsy: None of them? But those were some of our top fliers.

Messenger: I'm sorry, Sir. I'm just the messenger pigeon.

Gutsy: [''sighs''; [w:goose|goose] If we don't find some more birds fast, our ] is going to be cooked.

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Preparing for Action with Humor

Valiant: Come on! Chin up, Valiant! Stiff upper-beak.

Gutsy: Gentlemen, get ready to drop!

Tailfeather: Are you ready to drop?

Toughwood: I think I dropped already!

Gutsy: It's okay to be scared! I'd be worried if you weren't. It won't get better, but you'll get used to it! Go! Go! Go! It's jammed!

Valiant: Sir, let me help you!

Gutsy: NO! Go now! That's an order!

Valiant: Yes, sir. Come on Gutsy, get out of there! (groans) Oh, come on.

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The Perils of Pigeon Messenger Duty

Sergeant Monty: [revealing the picture of the Falcon at them] As homing pigeons, it's our duty to transport messages... in the worst of conditions: wind, rain, sleet, snow. Bombs exploding, bullets flying! As if that weren't enough, Mother Nature has the audacity to create a little something called... the Falcon! Twenty pounds of pigeon-eating muscle, measuring five of your wingspans. They like to blindside their prey at speeds in excess of 200 miles per hour. But not to bite, not yet. The first strike is merely for impact. They'll let you drop a bit, making sure you're defenseless, then scoop you up in their razor-sharp talons. And in the dark of the night, you'll have but a split second to recognize friend from foe.

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