Chorus Quotes in The LEGO Batman Movie (2017)

Batman: [Batman's song] Who never skips leg day?

Chorus: Batman!

Batman: Who always pays their taxes?

Batman, Chorus: Not Batman!

Chorus: Behold, as may unworthiness define / a little touch of Harry in the night.

[first lines]

Chorus: O! For a Muse of fire, that would ascend; The brightest heaven of invention; A kingdom for a stage, princes to act and monarchs to behold the swelling scene. Then should the war-like Harry, like himself, assume the port of Mars; And at his heels, leash'd in like hounds, should famine, sword, and fire crouch for employment.

[Jiro is framed for the murder of his mother, Oyaruru as the screen is dominated by phantasmogorphic imgery.]

Chorus: Murderer! Parent-killer! You shall be cursed! To hell with you, mother-killer! Murderer!

Big Nose Thug: [sings] I've got scars and lumps and bruises, plus something here that oozes, and let's not even mention my complexion, / But despite my extra toes, and my goiter and my nose, I really want to make a love connection. / Can't you see me with a special little lady, rowing in a row boat down the stream? / Though I'm one disgusting blighter, I'm a lover, not a fighter, / 'Cause way down deep inside I got a dream.

Big Nose Thug: [sings] I've got a dream,

Chorus: [background singing] He's got a dream,

Big Nose Thug: And I know one day romance will reign supreme, / Though my face leaves people screaming, there's a child behind it dreaming, / Like everybody else, I've got a dream.

Flynn Rider: [while in the hands of the Thugs] Not the nose, not the nose, not the nose!

Rapunzel: [Rapunzel wraps her hair around a decorative branch, and lets go, hitting Hook Hand on the head] Put him down! Okay, I don't know where I am, and I need him to take me to see the lanterns, because I've been dreaming about them my entire life. Find your humanity! Haven't any of you ever had a dream?

Hook Hand Thug: [Hook Hand approaches Rapunzel] I had a dream once.

Hook Hand Thug: [Hook Hand throws his axe at the wall, and the man in the corner starts playing his concertina] I'm malicious, mean, and scary, my sneer could curdle dairy, and violence-wise, my hands are not the cleanest. But despite my evil look and my temper and my hook, I've always yearned to be a concert pianist.

Hook Hand Thug: [Hook Hand starts playing the piano] Can't you see me on the stage, performing Mozart, Tickling the ivories 'till they gleam? Yep, I'd rather be called deadly, for my killer show tune medley.

Hook Hand Thug: Thank you!

[He slides his hand across the piano keys]

Hook Hand Thug: 'Cause way down deep inside I've got a dream!

Chorus: [singing] He's got a dream, he's got a dream.

Hook Hand Thug: See, I ain't as cruel and vicious as I seem, though I feel like breaking femurs, you can count me with the dreamers, for like everybody else, I've got a dream!

Hook Hand Thug: What about you?

Flynn Rider: I'm sorry, me?

Big Nose Thug: What's your dream?

Flynn Rider: No, no, no. Sorry boys, I don't sing.

Flynn Rider: [Flynn starts singing and dancing after the thugs hold swords in his face] I have dreams like you, no really, just much less touchy-feely, / They mainly happen somewhere warm and sunny, / On an island that I own, Tanned and rested and alone, / Surrounded by enormous piles of money.

Rapunzel: [sings] I've got a dream,

Chorus: [sung] She's got a dream,

Rapunzel: [sings] I've got a dream,

Chorus: [sung] She's got a dream,

Rapunzel: [sings] I just want to see the floating lanterns gleam, / And with every passing hour, I'm so glad I left my tower, / Like all you lovely folks, I've got a dream.

Chorus: She's got a dream, he's got a dream, / I've got a dream, he's got a dream, / So our differences ain't really that extreme, / We're one big team...

Big Nose Thug: Call us brutal,

Chorus: Say sadistic,

Big Nose Thug: And grotesquely optimistic,

Chorus: 'Cause way down deep inside, we've got a dream.

Chorus: [individually] I've got a dream, I've got a dream, I've got a dream, I've got a dream,

Chorus: Yes, way down deep inside, I've got a dream!

[the thugs say 'Yeah!' and cheer as the song ends]

Chorus: Be a man!

Shang: We must be swift as the coursing river!

Chorus: Be a man!

Shang: With all the force of a great typhoon!

Chorus: Be a man!

Shang: With all the strength of a raging fire, mysterious as the dark side of the moon!

[first lines]

Chorus: [singing] In sixteen hundred seven, we sailed the open sea for glory, God and gold and the Virginia Company/for the New World is like heaven, and we'll all be rich and free or so we have been told by the Virginia Company/so we have been told by the Virginia Company/For glory, God and gold and the Virginia Company.

Rameses: [singing] You who I called brother, how could you have come to hate me so? Is this what you wanted?

Chorus: [singing] I send the swarm, I send the hoard!

Rameses: [singing] Then let my heart be hardened, and never mind how high the cost may grow! This will still be so: I will never let your people go!

Chorus: [singing] Thus saith the Lord: Since you refuse to free my people, all through the land of Egypt, I send a pestilence and plague into your house, into your bed, into your streams, into your streets, into your drink, into your bread! Upon your cattle, on your sheep, upon your oxen in your field! Into your dreams, into your sleep, until you break, until you yield! I send the swarm, I send the hoard! Thus saith the Lord!

Yocheved: [singing, while wrapping a blanket around her baby and hiding it in her arms] Yal-di ha-tor veh he ha-rach...

[My good and tender son]

Yocheved: Al ti-ra, veh al tif-chad.

[Don't be frightened and don't be scared]

Yocheved: My son, I have nothing I can give, but this chance that you may live. I pray we'll meet again, if He will deliver us...

[Yocheved, Miriam and Aaron race to the river with the baby]

Chorus: Deliver us, hear our prayer, deliver us from despair, these years of slavery grow too cruel to stand! Deliver us, there's a land you promised us, deliver us out of bondage and deliver us to the promised land...

Yocheved: [placing the baby in the basket] Hush now, my baby. Be still, love, don't cry. Sleep as you're rocked by the stream. Sleep and remember my last lullaby, so I'll be with you when you dream. River, oh river, flow gently for me. Such precious cargo you bear. Do you know somewhere he can live free? River, deliver him there...

Moses: [singing] You who I called brother, why must you call down another blow?

Chorus: I send my scourge, I sent my sword!

Moses: Let my people go!

Chorus: Thus saith the Lord!

Moses, Chorus: Thus saith the Lord!

Chorus: [singing] He's Popeye the Sailor Man, he's Popeye the Sailor Man / He's strong to the finich, cause he eats his spinach / He's Popeye the Sailor Man!

Popeye: [singing] I'm one tough gazookus, which hates all palookas / But takes on the up and square / I biffs 'em and boffs 'em , and always out-ruffs 'em / But none of them gets nowhere!

Chorus: [singing] If anyone dares to risks his fists / it's buff, and it's wham, understand?

Popeye: [singing] So keep good behavior, that's your one lifesaver / with Popeye the Sailor Man!

Chorus: [singing offscreen] Guinevere, Guinevere / In that dim, mournful year / Saw the men she held so dear / Go to war for Guinevere

Chorus: [singing offscreen] Guinevere, Guinevere / Oh, they found Guinevere / In the dying candle's gleam / Came the sundown of a dream

Chorus: [singing] Since you came here uninvited/We all knew you'd be delighted./This is not the time or place to hedge./ No one here would be so bold to,/But since you asked and no one's told you,/Let us take you to the cutting edge!

Computer: [rapping] I can process words, accounting too./And my pixel screen displays for you./Computer graphics locked into your memory.

Phone: [rapping] With fiber optics cast in plastic/For natural sights and sound fantastic./Just reach out and talk to your dear old Uncle Emery!

Chorus: [singing] More, more, more!

Computer: Everything you wanted and more.

Chorus: [singing] More, more, more!

Sewing Machine: [singing] Let me tell you what it's for./Here's the printout with the score./Get yourself together on the edge.

Chorus: [singing] You want to go to old Rio De Janeiro, my dear?/You want to join in any Club Paradise?/You'd really rather stay at home, where the picture is clear./You get it on the stereo./And you don't even have to go./More, more, more!/ Everything you wanted and more!/More, more, more!

Plugsy: Any time or place you wish,/You might meet up with some dish./Pull yourself together on the edge!

Mixer: [rapping] If you want a lean machine/ To whip you up some mean cuisine,/I'm on ze scene, totally automatic.

Microwave: [rapping] Hey, I can bake your biscuits, too./ Pop some dough, boy, out for you./I'm micro-solid state and that's no static!

Chorus: [singing] More, more, more!/ Everything you wanted and more!/More, more, more!/ We're the bytes and chips to call./You just have yourself a ball./ It's all hyperactive on the edge!/From LEDs to CRTs,/ Woofers, tweeters, antenna trees,/ And ultra-nylon life of ease./Everything you dreamed of on the edge!

Computer, Plugsy: And more!

The Radio, Lampy, Blanky, Toaster, Kirby: [singing] There goes the sun, here comes the night. Somebody turn on the light. Somebody tell me that fate has been kind.

Chorus: [singing] You can't go out! You are out of your mind!

Lumiere: Be our guest, be our guest, put our service to the test / Tie your napkin round your waist, cheri, and let us provide the rest / Soup du jour? Hors d'oeuvres? Why, we only live to serve / Try the gray stuff, it's delicious! Don't believe me? Ask the dishes! / They can sing, they can dance, after all, Miss, this is France / And a dinner here is never second best / Come on, unfold our menu, / Take a glance and then you / will be our guest / Oui, our guest, Be our guest!

Lumiere: [Chorus joins in] Beef ragoune, cheese soufflé, pie and pudding en flambé / We'll prepare and serve with flair, a culinary cabaret / You're alone and you're scared, but the banquet's all prepared / No one's gloomy or complaining, while the flatware's entertaining / We tell jokes, I do tricks, with my fellow candlesticks / And it's all in perfect taste, that you can bet! / Come on and fill your glass / You've won your own free pass / To be our guest / If you're stressed, it's fine dining we suggest! Be our guest, be our guest, be our guest!

Lumiere: Life is so unnerving, for a servant who's not serving / He's not whole, without a soul, to wait upon! Ah, those good old days when we were useful... suddenly those good old days are gone / Ten years we've been rusting, needing so much more than dusting / Needing exercise, a chance to use our skill! / Most days, we just lay around the castle / Flabby fat and lazy, then you walked in and oops-a-daisy!

Mrs. Potts: It's a guest! It's a guest! Sakes alive and I'll be blessed! / Wine's been poured, and thank the Lord I've had the napkins freshly pressed / With dessert, she'll want tea, and my dear, that's fine with me / While the cups do their soft-shoeing I'll be bubbling, I'll be brewing / I'll get warm, piping hot... Heaven's sakes, is that a spot? / Clean it up! We want the company impressed! / We've got a lot to do! / Is it one lump or two? / For our guest! She's our guest!

Chorus: Be our guest! Be our guest! Our command is your request! / It's been ten years since we had anybody here, and we're obsessed! / With your meal, with your ease, yes indeed, we aim to please / While the candlelight's still glowing, let us help you, we'll keep going...

Lumiere, Mrs. Potts, Chorus: Course by course! One by one! / Till you shout "Enough! I'm done!" / And we send you off to sleep as you digest! / Tonight, you'll prop your feet up / But for now let's eat up / Be our guest! Be our guest! Be our guest! Please be our guest!

Frollo: [singing] It's not my fault...

Chorus: Mea culpa

[My fault]

Frollo: I'm not to blame...

Chorus: Mea culpa

[My fault]

Frollo: It is the Gypsy girl / The witch who sent this flame.

Chorus: Mea maxima culpa

[My most grievous fault]

Frollo: It's not my fault...

Chorus: Mea culpa

[My fault]

Frollo: If in God's plan...

Chorus: Mea culpa

[My fault]

Frollo: He made the Devil so much stronger than a man.

Chorus: Mea maxima culpa

[My most grievous fault]

[last lines]

[Snow White has been seated upon a white horse by the Prince, and as the dwarfs crowd around, he lifts each of them up so that she may kiss them farewell on the forehead]

[Bashful is lifted up]

Snow White: Good-bye.

[she kisses Bashful, and his blush turns his face red]

Snow White: [Grumpy is hoisted up, grinning]

Snow White: Good-bye, Grumpy.

[as he is lowered down, he blows her a kiss back]

Snow White: Good-bye.

[Doc, Sneezy, and Happy are lifted up next, and she kisses them one by one]

Snow White: [Dopey is the last one lifted up, and before she kisses him, he wipes his mouth]

Snow White: Oh, Dopey.

[she takes him by the ears, and kisses him on the top of his head]

Snow White: [as the Prince leads the horse off, Snow White blows the dwarfs and animals one last kiss]

Snow White: Good-bye!

[the Prince and Snow White go to the edge of a cliff, and look out into the sky, where the setting sun transforms the clouds into a beautiful castle]

Chorus: Some day when spring is here / We'll find our love anew / And the birds will sing / And wedding bells will ring / Some day when my dreams / Come true.

[the story book from the beginning of the film reappears, with the words "... and they lived happily ever after." printed in it. The book slowly closes, as the Chorus sings and wedding bells toll]

Jiminy Cricket: When you wish upon a star, makes no difference who you are / Anything your heart desires will come to you / If your heart is in your dream, no request is too extreme / When you wish upon a star as dreamers do...

Chorus: Fate is kind, / she brings to those who love / the sweet fulfillment of / their secret longing...

Jiminy Cricket: Like a bolt out of the blue, fate steps in and sees you through / When you wish upon a star, your dreams come true...

Merryweather: Sweet princess, if through this wicked witch's trick, a spindle should your finger prick... a ray of hope there still may be in this, the gift I give to thee. Not in death, but just in sleep, the fateful prophecy you'll keep. And from this slumber you shall wake, when true love's kiss, the spell shall break.

Chorus: [singing] For true love conquers all!

Chorus: [singing] Shut your fucking face, Uncle Fucker. You're a boner biting bastard, Uncle Fucker.

Terrence: You're an uncle fucker, I must say.

Phillip: Well you fucked your uncle yesterday.

Terrance, Phillip: Uncle Fucker. That's U-N-C-L-E FUCK YOU! UNCLE FUCKAAAAHH...

Phillip: Suck my balls.

Singer: I can stand the sight of worms / And look at microscopic germs / But Technicolor pachyderms / Is really too much for me.

Singer: I am not the type to faint / When things are odd or things are quaint / But seeing things you know that ain't / Can definitely give you an awful fright / What a sight!

Chorus: Chase 'em away! Chase 'em away! / I'm afraid / Need your aid / Pink elephants on parade.

Chorus: Who's that walking down the street?

Narrator: Are those shovels, or are they feet?

[first lines]

Chorus: O! for a Muse of fire, that would ascend the brightest heaven of invention; a kingdom for a stage, princes to act and monarchs to behold the swelling scene. Then should the war-like Harry, like himself, assume the port of Mars; and at his heels, leashed in like hounds, would famine, word, and fire crouch for employment. But pardon, gentles all, the flat unraised spirits that hath dared on this unworthy scaffold to bring forth so great an object: can this cockpit hold the vasty fields of France? or may we cram within this wooden O

[gesturing around at the stage]

Chorus: the very casques that did affright the air at Agincourt? On your imaginary forces work: Suppose within the girdle of these walls are now confined two mighty monarchies, whose high upreared and abutting fronts the perilous narrow ocean parts asunder: Piece out our imperfections with your thoughts: Think when we talk of horses that you see them printing their proud hoofs in the receiving earth; for 'tis your thoughts that now must deck our kings, carry them here and there, jumping o'er times, turning the accomplishment of many years into an hour-glass: for the which supply, admit me Chorus to this history; who, prologue-like, your humble patience pray gently to hear, kindly to judge, our play.

[last lines]

Chorus: [sings] Tomorrow, tomorrow, I love ya, Tomorrow... You're only a day away!

Chorus: [singing] Gotta dance!

Don Lockwood: [singing] Gotta dance! Gotta Dance! / Broadway Rhythm, it's got me, everybody dance!

Chorus: [singing] Give me a head with hair, long beautiful hair, shining gleaming steaming flaxen waxen. Give me it down to there, hair, shoulder length or longer, here, baby, there, mamma, everywhere, daddy daddy hair! Flow it, show it, long as God can grow it, my hair!

Chorus: [the hijacked stage coach carrying six prostitutes is approaching No Name City. The completely male population is scrubbing up in the creek and singing] There's a coach comin' in and you're smellin' like a steer.

Chorus: [referring to Oedipus] Look, here's a man who killed his father and slept with his mother.

Jocasta: [(Oedipus' mother)] I hate to tell you what they call my son in Harlem.

Chorus: Children grow up, they move out! Sometimes to ridiculous places like Cincinnati, or Boise, Idaho! Then you never see them again!

Chorus Leader: You'd think they'd at least pick up a phone!

Laius: But is there a growing void in the Weinrib marriage?

Chorus: We didn't say there was! We're all just speculating on possible motives! Children are serious stuff!

Greek Chorus Leader: Don't go any further. I know what you're thinking, Lenny, and forget it!

Lenny Weinrib: I can't forget it; the thought's been put in my head.

Chorus: Oh, cursed fate; certain thoughts are better left unthunk.

Chorus: Lenny, don't be a schmuck!

[last lines]

Chorus: [singing] Anchors Aweigh, my boys, Anchors Aweigh.

Chorus, Donald Martin: [singing] Farewell to college joys, we sail at break of day.

Chorus: [singing] Through our last night on shore, drink to the foam. / Until we meet once more, here's wishing you a happy voyage home. / Anchors Aweigh.

Professor: And are you also proud of this fine American citizen in your family, Master Wong?

Wang Chi-Yang: To become an American citizen it took her five years. She was Chinese in nine months.

Madame 'Auntie' Liang: I am happy to be both Chinese and American.

Wang Chi-Yang: You are like the Chinese dish the Americans invented. What do they call it?

Wang Ta: Chop Suey.

Wang Chi-Yang: That is it. Everything is in it. All mixed up.

Madame 'Auntie' Liang: I like that.

[singing]

Madame 'Auntie' Liang: Chop Suey. Chop Suey. / Living here is very much like Chop Suey. / Hula-hoops and nucelar war, Doctor Salk and Zsa Zsa Gabor, / Bobby Darin, Sandra Dee and Dewey, Chop Suey.

Chorus: Chop Suey!

Linda Low: [singing] Grant Avenue, San Francisco, California, U.S.A. / Looks down from Chinatown over a foggy bay./ You travel there in a trolley, in a trolley there up you climb. / Dong! Dong! You're in Hong Kong, having yourself a time. / You can eat, if you are in the mood.

Chorus: [singing] Shark-fin soup, bean cake fish.

Linda Low: [singing] The girl who serves you all your food is another tasty dish.

Chorus: [singing] You know you.

Linda Low: [singing] You can't have a new way of living till you're living all the way on / Grand Avenue.

Chorus: Where's that?

Linda Low: [singing] San Francisco. That's where's that! California USA.

Chorus: [first lines; the opening credits are halfway through and still being shown, when we hear the black chorus singing offscreen:] Darkies all work while the white men play,/Loading up boats with the bales of cotton/ Gittin' no rest till de Judgement Day. /Git yourself a brand new gal, /A lovin' baby who's the apple of your eye,/ Coal Black Rose or High Brown Sal,/ They always bake the sparrer and the chickin pie!/ Darkies all work on the Mississippi,/Darkies all work while the white folks play/ Loadin' those boats with the bales of cotton, / Gittin' no rest till the Judgement Day.

[steamboat whistle sounds offscreen and picture changes to a shot of the showboat arriving in the distance and the black chorus singing onscreen]

Chorus: Cotton Blossom, Cotton Blossom,/ Long to see you growin' free,/When they pack you on the levee/ you're a heavy load to me!/ Cotton Blossom, Cotton Blossom/ Long to see you growin' wild...

Young Black Man: There's the show boat!

Chorus: [singing] On the levee, you're too heavy/ For this poor black child!

[the workers run to the dock. The calliope plays as we see shots of townspeople running toward the dock. Then band plays]

Parthy: [on the boat, over the noise of the band] Andy! Andy!

Cap'n Andy Hawks: Goshamighty, woman, what's eatin' ya?

Parthy: Did you tell the band to wear their new uniforms?

Cap'n Andy Hawks: Course I did. What did we get 'em fer?

Parthy: You'll have 'em all ruined!

Cap'n Andy Hawks: Goshamighty, well, look, they're waitin' for us. That's our public! Hiya, public!

[He waves and the crowd cheers]

Chorus: [singing] Jack and the beanstalk we'll always remember when / He chased up the stalk and killed a giant in his den.

Mr. Dinkelpuss: I managed this boy.

Chorus: [sings] This is the mixture to start the picture / So bring on those beautiful girls.

[last lines]

Chorus: [sings] Your silvery beams will bring love's dreams / We'll be cuddling soon, by the silvery moon!

William 'Bill' Sherman: The University of Indiana. I'm a senior.

Marjorie 'Marjie' Winfield: Oh, it must be wonderful.

William 'Bill' Sherman: It's a farce. All the fellas are interested in is playing football and baseball, and women. Women and more women. Can you think of a bigger waste of time?

Marjorie 'Marjie' Winfield: What's wrong with baseball?

William 'Bill' Sherman: Baseball! It's the national insanity. At a time like this when, when civilization is crumbling beneath our feet, our generation is playing baseball, and singing songs like...

Chorus: [sings in the background] We were sailing along / On Moonlight Bay

William 'Bill' Sherman: We were sailing along, on Moonlight Bay. Isn't that silly?

Marjorie 'Marjie' Winfield: I rather liked it.

William 'Bill' Sherman: Have you heard the rest of it?

[sings]

William 'Bill' Sherman: You have stolen her heart / Now, don't go away. As we sang love's old sweet song on Moonlight Bay.

[back to speaking]

William 'Bill' Sherman: That musta been written by a man with a glass of beer in one hand and a rhyming dictionary in the other.

Marjorie 'Marjie' Winfield: Oh, I think it's beautiful.

Marjorie 'Marjie' Winfield, William 'Bill' Sherman: [sings] We were sailing along / On Moonlight Bay / We could hear the voices ringing / They seemed to say.

Chorus: [sings] Wish we could stay.

Marjorie 'Marjie' Winfield, William 'Bill' Sherman: [sings] You have stolen her heart / Now, don't go away.

Chorus: [sings] Nobody here but you and me.

Marjorie 'Marjie' Winfield, William 'Bill' Sherman: [sings] As we sang love's old sweet song on Moonlight Bay.

Saraghina: [from trailer] Be... Italian...

Saraghina: Be Italian...

Saraghina: Take a chance and try to steal a fiery kiss!

Saraghina: Be Italian...

Saraghina: Be Italian...

Saraghina: When you hold me, don't just hold me, but... hold... this!...

Saraghina: ...Be a singer!

Chorus: Be a singer!

Saraghina: Be a lover!

Chorus: Be a lover!

Saraghina: Pick the flower now before the chance is past!

Chorus: Before it's past!

Saraghina: Be Italian!

Chorus: Be Italian!

Saraghina: Be Italian!

Chorus: Be Italian...

Saraghina: Live today as if it may... become... your last!

Chorus: [starts singing "Sit Down, John"] Sit down, John, sit down, John, For God's sake, John, sit down! / Sit down, John, sit down, John, For God's sake, John, sit down!

John Adams: Listen...

Samuel Chase: Someone ought to open up a window...

Chorus: It's 90 degrees, have mercy, John please, it's hot as hell in Philadelphia,

Samuel Chase: Someone ought to open up a window...

John Adams: I say vote yes, vote yes, vote for independency

Chorus: Someone ought to open up a window

John Adams: I say vote yes...

Chorus: Sit down, John!

John Adams: Vote for independency!

Richard Henry Lee: Someone ought to open up a window...

Chorus: No, no, no! Too many flies, too many flies, / But it's hot as hell in Philadelphia / Are you going to open up a window? / Can't we compromise here?

John Adams: Vote yes...

Chorus: No, too many flies here

John Adams: Vote yes...

Chorus: Oh, for God's sake, John, sit down!

[the song pauses]

John Adams: Good God! Consider yourselves fortunate that you have John Adams to abuse, for no sane man would tolerate it!

Chorus: [the song resumes] John, you're a bore, we've heard this before, / Now for God's sake, John, sit down!

John Adams: I say vote yes...

Chorus: No!

John Adams: Vote yes...

Chorus: No!

John Adams: Vote for independency!

John Adams: Good God! Consider yourselves fortunate that you have John Adams to abuse, for no sane man would tolerate it!

Chorus: [the chorus resumes singing "Sit Down, John" ] John, you're a bore, We've heard this before, Now for God's sake, John, sit down!

John Adams: [sung] I say vote yes...

Chorus: [sung in response] No!

John Adams: Vote yes...

Chorus: No!

John Adams: Vote for independency!

Chorus: Someone ought to open up a window...

John Adams: I say vote yes...

Chorus: Sit down, John!

John Adams: Vote for independency!

George Walton (GA): [sung solo] Won't someone shut that man up?

John Adams: [John walks out of Independence Hall] Never! Never!

Chorus: These people are like gods. They celebrate with fire in the sky.

Chorus: There once was a man named Worrell-Ernest P. Worrell!/Even as a lad he was sensitive and caring/As cunning as a fox and as slippery as a herring/Whimsical and Mellow- A hale and hearty fellow/Not formal... Not normal! There once was a man named Worrell-Ernest P. Worrell!/He's kindly as a saint but he'll never shirk a battle/To villains everywhere he's a burr beneath the saddle/He's nimble quick and brawny-His skin is smooth and tawny/Not mealy... Not really! Ah ah ah ah! See the lightning fill the sky!/Ah ah ah ah! See the angry tide!/See the blinding rain come down 'Oh where is a hero now?' The children cried/He's inside... He went inside! There once was a man named Worrell-Ernest P. Worrell/The hero of today is the legend of tomorrow/And whosoever crosses him shall live their life in sorrow/For lo the bridges burneth/That they may not returneth/To learneth... from Erneth! There once was a man named Worrell-Ernest P. Worrell!/Let's celebrate this champion, this paragon of virtue/And should you be his foe, he'll be sorry if he hurts you/To some he's just a man but to others he's a beacon!/He sends his mother cash and he calls her every weekend!/He's punctual, he's affable, he's never quick to quarrel/He's moral... He's Ernest P. Worrell!

Chorus, Chorus, Chorus, Chorus: ["The World Inside Your Eyes" plays as an instrumental during the ending credits. Then we hear the chorus sing while whispering] Eyes, Eyes, Eyes.

The 2nd Balladeer: Is it you? Is it me? Holding on for so long Trying desperately. Is it right? Or is it fair? Wanting more, so much more and it's never there. I am with you when I feel like I'm alone It's easy to pretend this world could never end. Come take my heart, my soul, my love, my life.

Chorus, Chorus, Chorus, Chorus: Tonight.

The 2nd Balladeer: Hold me tight, babe. Take me to the world inside your eyes!

Chorus, Chorus, Chorus, Chorus: Tonight.

The Balladeer: [the Balladeer singing the first verse of "The World Inside Your Eyes" at the ending credits of the movie. But only on the soundtrack album version] Only you Only me Here alone, all alone It's our destiny Plans were made Now they've changed Know what's right, know what's wrong Life just rearranged. All we can do is to try and understand. I've given all I can. My future's in your hands. Come take my heart, my soul, my love, my life.

Chorus, Chorus, Chorus, Chorus: [singing] Tonight.

The Balladeer: [singing] Hold me tight, babe. Take me to the world inside your eyes

Chorus, Chorus, Chorus, Chorus: [singing] Tonight.

The Balladeer: [singing] Take me to the world inside your eyes!

Chorus, Chorus, Chorus, Chorus: [singing while whispering] Eyes, Eyes, Eyes.

Grave-Robber: Goth opera.

Grave-Robber: Blood saga.

Grave-Robber: Sometimes I wonder how we ever got here.

Grave-Robber: Old grudges.

Grave-Robber: Scorned lovers.

Grave-Robber: Sometimes I wonder why we don't all move on!

Grave-Robber: 'Cause we all end up in a tiny pine box.

Grave-Robber: A mighty small drop in a mighty dark plot.

Grave-Robber: And the mighty fine print hastens the trip to our epilogue.

Chorus: Epilogue!

Grave-Robber: But the little girl fled and the king is dead.

Grave-Robber: And the castle is left for the taking.

Grave-Robber: But GeneCo may survive if it undergoes surgery. Surgery. Surgery. Surgery.

Chorus: Surgery. Surgery. Surgery.

Chorus: Amber sweet, falala. Amber sweet as the first of May! Amber Sweet! Amber Sweet! Amber Sweet! Amber Sweet! Amber Sweet!

Amber Sweet: Blame not my cheeks, though pale with love they be. Ha-HAAAAAA!

[Does faulty spin and her face falls off, and she picks it up and runs off the stage as everyone boos]

Chorus: You didn't see what you just saw. You didn't hear what you just heard!

Nathan Wallace: Dear Marni, I'm so sorry...

Nathan Wallace: Can you forgive me for this?

Rotti's Henchwoman #1: Let the dead doctor, with the hungry scalpel, hear my prognosis: will they live?

Rotti's Henchwoman #1, Rotti's Henchwoman #2: [cocking shotgun] Doubtful!

Luigi Largo: Use discreet precision! Come and break sculptures!

Pavi Largo: Paint your ass like a Rembrandt! Ha! You like that?

Rotti Largo: Better start praying when you see him coming!

Luigi Largo: 'Cause tonight, it's curtains!

Pavi Largo, Rotti Largo, Luigi Largo: You're the Night Surgeon!

Chorus: Remember who you are...

Nathan Wallace: I remember!

Chorus: Remember what you did to Marni!

Nathan Wallace: I remember!

Chorus: Remember what you did...

Rotti Largo: ...To your knife!

Pavi Largo: See it glide!

Luigi Largo: See it slice!

Pavi Largo: Who's your Night Surgeon?

Rotti Largo: Hope you have my money!

Pavi Largo: Or it's bon viach-y!

Luigi Largo: He'll do your ass like dishes!

Luigi Largo, Chorus: Amputation!

Pavi Largo, Rotti Largo, Luigi Largo, Chorus: Remember who you are!

Nathan Wallace: I remember...!

Chorus: Remember what you did to Marni!

Chorus: Repo Man...!

Blind Mag: Repo Man, come take my eyes...!

Amber Sweet: At the opera tonight!

Blind Mag: Repo Man, my eyes!

Chorus: Repo Man, at the opera tonight!

Mona Leslie: [Spoken introduction to the song, Reckless] What'll you ever be? What'll you ever do? How will you ever know if you don't take a chance?

Chorus: You have got to gamble with fate.

Mona Leslie: [singing] I wanna live, love, learn a lot. I'll light my candle and I'll burn a lot.

Chorus: You'll have some bad shots, hard knocks!

Mona Leslie: I'm on my own if I bruise.

Chorus: And there'll be smiles here, shouts here!

Mona Leslie: And I can take it on the chin if I lose, because I'm reckless!

Chorus: She's simply reckless!

Mona Leslie: Reckless!

Chorus: She's simply reckless!

Mona Leslie: I'm gonna go places and look life in the face!

[first lines]

Chorus: [sings] Lucky me! / Down the four leaf clover highway, all the signs are pointing my way. / Yes siree. / For lucky me, lucky me, yes siree. / With a lucky star to guide me, and the one I love beside me. / Life can be, so fancy free! / Don't you wish that you could be... Lucky Me!

Chorus: No pain· deceit· shame· outrage nor disgrace is lacking in our sufferings.

Chorus: This is how things are and now you will show us if noble blood runs inside your veins, or if greater men gave birth to a lesser daughter.

Chorus: Many wonders may there be, but none more wondrous than Man.

Chorus: I will bury him. How sweet to die in such a way.

Chorus: And there they lay corpse against corpse in the House of Hades showing to all living that the worst evil for man is lack of will.

Chorus: All of you would say the same as me if you weren't gagged by Fear.