Beaver Quotes in Fantastic Mr. Fox (2009)


Beaver Quotes:

  • Mr. Fox: [in a cellar with many of the other animal characters] Allright, let's start planning. Who knows shorthand?

    [Linda raises her hand]

    Mr. Fox: Great! Linda! Lutra Lutra - you got some dry paper?

    [she holds up some paper]

    Mr. Fox: Here we go. Mole! Talpa Europea! What d'you got?

    Mole: I can see in the dark.

    Mr. Fox: That's incredible! We can use that! Linda?

    Linda Otter: Got it.

    Mr. Fox: Rabbit! Oryctolagus Cuniculus!

    Rabbit: I'm fast.

    Mr. Fox: You bet you are. Linda?

    Linda Otter: Got it.

    Mr. Fox: Beaver! Castor Fiber!

    Beaver: I can chew through wood.

    Mr. Fox: Amazing! Linda!

    Linda Otter: Got it.

    Mr. Fox: Badger! Meles Meles!

    Badger: Demolitions expert.

    Mr. Fox: What? Since when?

  • Tramp: [preparing to leave] Well, friend, we'll be on our way now, so...

    Beaver: Uh-uh-uh! Not so fast, sonny.

    [puts on the muzzle]

    Beaver: I'll have to make certain it's satisfactory before we settle on a price.

    Tramp: Oh, no. It's all yours, friend. You can keep it.

    Beaver: I can, eh?


    Beaver: I can?

    Lady: Uh-huh. It's a free sample.

    Beaver: [very pleased] Well, thanks a lot. Thanks ever so...

    [he slips and falls, dragging the log along; they land in the pond, where the log fits neatly over the dam spillway]

    Beaver: [proudly] Say! It works swell!

  • Beaver: [struggling with a log] Ah-ah-ah, busy sonny, busy! Gotta slide this sycamore to the - ung - swamp!

    Tramp: But this'll only take a second of your time...

    Beaver: Only a second! Listen, listen sonny, you realize every second, seventy centimeters of water is wasted over that spillway?

    Tramp: Yeah, but...

    Beaver: Gotta get this log movin', sonny, gotta get it movin'! T'ain't the cuttin' take's the time, it's the doggone haulin'!

    Tramp: [looking from the leash to a branch on the log] The hauling! Exactly! Now, what you need is...

    Beaver: [chewing through part of the log] Better bisect this section here...

    Tramp: What you need is a log puller.



    Beaver: I ain't deef, sonny. There's no need to... Did you say log puller?

    Tramp: [like a salesman] Haha, and by lucky coincidence, you see before you, modeled by the lovely little lady, the new, improved, patented, handy-dandy, never-fail little giant log puller. The busy beaver's friend!

    Beaver: You don't say!

    Tramp: Guaranteed not to wear, tear, rip or ravel. Turn around, sister, and show the customer the merchandise. And it cuts log-hauling time sixty-six percent!

    Beaver: Sixty-six percent, eh? Figure that! Well, how's it work?

    Tramp: [demonstrating] Why, it's no work at all! You merely slip this ring over the limb like this, and haul it off!

    Beaver: Uh, say, d'you mind if I slip it on for size?

    Tramp: Help yourself, friend, help yourself!

    Beaver: Okay! Hehe. Don't mind if I do! Uh... how'd'ya get the carn-starnded thing off, sonny?

    Tramp: Glad you brought that up, friend, glad you brought that up! To remove it, simply place the strap between your teeth...

    Beaver: Like this?

    Tramp: Kee-rect, friend. Now bite HARD!

    [beaver bites the muzzle off]

    Tramp: You see?

    Lady: It's off!

    Beaver: Say, that *is* simple!

  • Denver: [to Alias] What's your name, boy?

    Alias: Alias.

    Denver: Alias what?

    Alias: Alias anything you please.

    Denver: What do we call you?

    Alias: Alias.

    Beaver: Hell, let's call him Alias!

    Alias: That's what I'd do.

    Denver: Alias it is.

  • Margaret Anderson: Beaver, what's wrong? You're covered with blood!

    Beaver: Yeah, I know. It's Wally's blood. See, Wally and I were fixing his bike in the driveway and Dad came home and got real mad. So he took a gun out and killed Wally. Blew his head clean off his shoulders. His face is all over the garage door. It's a real mess.

  • Beaver: What's it called when you got a constant woody and it won't go down?

    Henry: You mean priapism?

    Beaver: See, I'm practically priasmic

  • Pete: Bingo... Did you say bingo like the game in church basements?

    Beaver: Well there's trim there.

    Pete: oh, Beaver.

  • [checking on the sick guy in the bathroom after finding a trail of blood on the floor]

    Beaver: [knocking on door] Hey Rick, you alright in there, buddy?

    Rick McCarthy: Yeah, I just need to make a little room!

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