The Wind in the Willows (III) (1983 TV Movie)
Eddie Bracken: Moley
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Quotes
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Moley : [as Ratty starts digging snow away to reveal Badger's doorscraper] Wha - what're you doin'? My leg *hurts*!
Ratty : [stops digging when he sees half the doorscraper] Oh, ha-ha! Bravo!
[starts dancing triumphantly]
Ratty : Aha - bra - vo, I found whatcha tripped over!
Moley : *What*? Ho - how?
Ratty : [digging more snow to reveal the other half of the doorscraper] Look, see? It's a doorscraper.
Moley : A what?
Ratty : Used to scrape mud off the boots.
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Moley : Ah dear, ther-there's no bread. An-and no butter!
Mr. Toad : No bread? But I distinctly recall purchasing several crisp baguettes this morning, along with some marvelous French "beurre", butter to you.
Ratty : [going inside the wagon] Wouldn't it be in there, right next to the pate de foie gras?
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Ratty : [rummaging through the wagon for pate de foie gras] Not only is there not any pate de foie gras, there's no champagne!
[peering out the wagon door towards Toad, calls to him accusingly]
Ratty : [scoffs] *You* have forgotten everything!
Mr. Toad : Oh, surely there's *something*.
Moley : There's *nothing*!
Ratty : It would be easier to say what we *don't* have.
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Moley : Ratty... Ratty?
Ratty : [yawning twice] It's time for a nap.
Moley : [stutters as Ratty yawns twice again] But I uh, uh, uh, before you slip off, uh-uh... uh, Ratty?
Ratty : [mildly annoyed] Huh? What is it?
Moley : Couldn't we invite Badger over? I-I haven't met him yet.
Ratty : I've told you a thousand times...
[yawns]
Ratty : he'd never come.
Moley : Oh uh, Ratty, Ratty?
Ratty : [more annoyed than before] Uh... wha--*what*?
Moley : But suppose we call on *him*?
Ratty : *Nooooo*! He hates company, society invitations, all that sort of...
[yawns briefly, as he curls into a fetal position]
Ratty : thing.
Moley : Well, we could chance it.
[clearing his throat]
Moley : All he could do is turn us out.
Ratty : [irritated as he rises to ultimately warn Moley in an arm-flailing manner] He lives in the middle Wild Wood, and nobody would *dare* the Terror of the Wild Wood at this time of year.
Moley : [trying to retreat back] But, but uh...
Ratty : It's a long way, and *much* too dangerous!
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Ratty : [glancing toward Badger's doormat] Look. A doormat.
Moley : So - can we eat a doormat, or can we sleep under a doormat, or ride home in the snow on it, you exasperating rodent?
Ratty : [sneeringly] Doesn't it tell you anything?
Moley : Whoever heard of a doormat telling - ?
Ratty : Not another word, you thick-headed beast. Dig.
[he and Moley dig snow around Badger's home till it all collapses to reveal his home]
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Moley : [observing Toad's confrontation with Badger] Toad's skin is hanging like an old leather bag. His legs are wobbling. He's down on his knees. He's crying. His cheeks are furrowed with tears. He's re-penting!
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Ratty : The snow's changed everything!
[scoffs]
Ratty : I don't recognize a thing.
Moley : [shivering] Well... actually, it - it's a bit late to call on Badger. And Rat, we'd better head back home.
Ratty : And what makes you think that we can *find* our way home?
[scoffs again]
Ratty : We're lost, my friend! Lost...!
[echos]
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Ratty : [his boat perched atop a tree] You ought to be arrested, Toad!
Moley : [after coming out from his hole, he ducks back inside, blinded by the day light] Oh... oh, my eyes.
Ratty : What's wrong down there?
Moley : It's - it's the day light. I've never seen it before.
Ratty : Never?
[he and his boat fall from the tree when a green bird takes flight from it; he and his boat crash next to Moley's hole]
Ratty : Ahh, ooh, unh!
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Moley : [covering himself with leaves while escaping from the ghosts of Wild Wood creatures] Now I know what Ratty meant by the Terror of the Wild Wood.
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Moley : [as he and Ratty slide down what turns out to be Badger's roof, he trips what later appears to be his doorscraper] Ow! Oh, my le - g!
Ratty : [hearing Moley's cry for help, he stops sliding and climbs back up to Moley to investigate his leg] Let me look at that. Your cut... it looks as if... that was made by the edge of something metal.
Moley : Well, never mind what's done it; it hurts just the same, whatever's done it.
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Badger : [to the weasels, who are mopping the banquet hall to prepare for Toad's victory banquet] And make sure you get it spotless; everything must be just so for Toad's victory banquet.
Mr. Toad : But why must I have a banquet?
Badger : It's expected of you; it's the rule!
Mr. Toad : It's short-noticed. But I can whip up an interesting program, I'm sure.
[chuckles briefly]
Mr. Toad : I could give several speeches, of course.
Moley : [as he and Badger shake their heads] No.
Mr. Toad : An address on our prison system?
[Ratty shakes his head]
Mr. Toad : A lecture on the techniques of escaping?
Badger : No speeches.
Mr. Toad : Just one little speech?
Ratty : *No*! Your speeches are all conceit and *boasting*, and...
Badger : And gas.
Mr. Toad : Oh, I know then, a short song.
[Badger, Ratty, and Moley shake their heads in unison]
Mr. Toad : Ah, very well. In sport, I - I will be a very different toad. But oh dear, oh dear, oh dear, oh, this is a haaaard world...
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Badger : We're attacking Toad Hall tonight.
Mr. Toad : Right! Oh! Oh, with armies, and navies, and...
Badger : No, no, no, just *ourselves*.
Mr. Toad : [sadly] A bit of a comedown on that. Hmm. We'll never get past the sentries.
Ratty : We are *not* going PAST them! We are going unnnnnder them.
Moley : Gonna use the secret tunnel to Toad Hall.
Mr. Toad : Splendid idea!
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Ratty : [about Toad] He'll end up killed or bankrupt. We're his friends. Shouldn't we do something?
Badger : [yawning] Of course. I can't do anything now. It's winter.
[yawns]
Moley : Dozing? Badger, too?
Ratty : [almost whispering] No animal is ever expected to do anything strenuous, heroic, or even moderately active during winter.
Badger : When winter's over, we'll take Toad seriously into hand. We'll stand no nonsense. We'll bring him back to his senses even if force is needed. We'll make him a sensible Toad. But now...
[yawns]
Badger : It's time for bed.
Ratty : Yes... we've got a long journey home tomorrow.
Moley : Not the Wild Wood again.
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Moley : Oh, but what's, what's that you're in?
Ratty : [under his boat] A boat.
Moley : I've never seen one before; what do you do in it?
Ratty : It's for messing around in. I was going on a picnic.
Moley : What's a picnic?
Ratty : You don't know much about anything, do you?
Moley : Well, I've spent my whole life underground--till now.
Ratty : Underground... but why?
Moley : Underground is the way we moles go about doing things. So... this is *upon* the ground. Pretty.
Ratty : [peering from under the boat] Say... we could share the picnic if you'll help me carry the boat back to the river.
Moley : Oh... glad to.