Sacrebleu! What is this? / How on earth could I miss / Such a sweet, little succulent crab / Quel dommage, what a loss! / Here we go, in the sauce / Now some flour, I think just a dab / Now I’ll stuff you with bread! / It don’t hurt, 'cause you’re dead / And you’re certainly lucky you are / 'Cause it’s gonna be hot in my big silver pot / Toodle-oo, mon poisson, au revoir!
“This is my hi-fi studio. Now everybody knows what ‘hi-fi’ stands for: hehe, high financing! Which you’d better secure before you start making a studio like this, because I gotta tell you it’s gonna cost you a fortune!”
You are a sad, strange little man, and you have my pity.
Nothing is that bad when you have a magic wand.
Dumbo! Look! Have I got it! The magic feather! Now you can fly!
When did you learn to fly a massive cargo plane?
I’ve been flying over the same patch of grass, day after day, month after month, for years! I’m just trying to prove that maybe, just maybe, I can do more than what I was built for.
This wasn’t part of the game plan.
Citizens of Paris! Frollo has persecuted our people, ransacked our city. And now he has declared war on Notre Dame herself! Will we allow it?
The big city can’t be so bad after all.
Not a corner of London is safe while Ratigan is at large. There’s no evil scheme he wouldn’t concoct. No depravity he wouldn’t commit. Who knows what dastardly scheme that villian may be plotting even as we speak.
That’s some mighty suspicious laughter!
Hyuk! Hyuk! Hyuk!
Is that a no?
I’m disinclined to acquiesce to your request. Means “no”.
You know what they say, “Sticks and stones can damage your vital organs so always wear body armor.”
I’m no fool, no siree, I want to live to be 93. I play safe for you and me cause I’m no fool.
You fool! Without Agent P.'s paw print, I can’t unlock the computer. And without the computer, I can’t take over the Tri-State Area.
You tricked Saber into helping you build Clusterstorm?
To victory!