Fievel Quotes in An American Tail: Fievel Goes West (1991)

Fievel: Give them the lazy eye.

Cat R. Waul: [after pulling to activate a trap door on stage which an opera singing mouse falls into] Terrible! Terrible! Absolutely, positively apalling. I must have a voice to match the occulence of this sal...

[Fievel, scrambles up behind Cat R. Waul, picks up a fork and stabs him in the butt]

Cat R. Waul: OON!

[Jumps out of his clothes through the ceiling to an upper level saloon where a lady grabs him]

Lady at Saloon: Oh, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy! Pussy pussy! Oh, pussy!

[Wriggles out, falls down the hole back into his clothes on the stage]

Cat R. Waul: Humans! Yeeuk. So shiny and pleh!

[to Chula]

Cat R. Waul: Right. I want the subversive who tried to asassinate me found.

T.R. Chula: I just love findin' subversives. Boss, what's a subversive?

Cat R. Waul: Someone who doesn't have very long to live.

[Fievel, with his shirt caught on the needle of a record player, tries to run and plays some music, which Cat R. Waul notices]

Cat R. Waul: Ah. If it isn't my diminuitive friend from the train.

Fievel: Cat R. Waul! I heard what you said about the Mouseburgers, and I'm gonna tell everyone. I'm gonna get Wily Burp. Cause he's the law.

Cat R. Waul: The Wily Burp?

[the saloon erupts in laughter]

Cat R. Waul: That quaint historical figure?

[Cat R. Waul picks him up on a fork]

Cat R. Waul: Simply put, Mouseling. I am the law here. And you are a mere hors d'oeuvre.

Fievel: Have no fear. Filly the Kid is here.

[Fievel is running along the bottom of the train; T. R. Chula sneaks up from below]

T.R. Chula: Mouse overboard!

Fievel: Where?

T.R. Chula: I just love the "flying aah!"

[grabs Fievel by the leg and throws him overboard]

Fievel: Aah!

[Fievel and Tiger are both lost in the desert; they see each other in the distance]

Fievel: Tiger!

Tiger: Fievel! I've been searching all over for you!

Fievel: Tiger! Is that you?

Tiger: Fievel!

Fievel: Nope. Bet it's another mirage.

Tiger: Oh, Fievel, I just can't tell you how much I wish... you weren't... a mirage.

[They pass each other]

Fievel: Hi, mirage of Tiger.

Tiger: Hi, mirage of Fievel.

[Fievel catches up with Tanya after she sang her song to the cats]

Fievel: Tanya, let's get out of here!

Tanya Mousekewitz: [dramatically] I must stay. My public needs me.

Fievel: I can't leave you here; it's dangerous!

[Tanya writes Fievel a note and leaves]

Fievel: [reads slowly] 'Thank you for your adulation'?

[minus Fievel, the whole picture goes black, Fievel is doomed]

Fievel: Tanya!

Tanya Mousekewitz: Someday, I'll be a big star. People will come from miles around...

Fievel: Yeah. To eat.

Fievel: I see you're missing an eye, pilgrim.

[Pulls hat over one eye]

Fievel: Now that makes it a fair fight. That's right, I'm talkin' to you, furhead!

Fievel: Oh, Tiger, I almost forgot. How do I get to Green River?

Tiger: Just grab a passing sagecoach.

[a tumbleweed stops next to them, Fievel gets on it]

Fievel: Thanks. See you later.

[the tumbleweed tumbles away with Fievel]

Tiger: Sagecoach, get it? Sage. Ha ha ha! Aw, never mind.

Fievel: Are we out west yet?

Mama Mousekewitz: West Jersey, maybe.

Papa Mousekiwitz: What's the matter, Fievel my son? You should be happy we are going out west.

Fievel: I never got a chance to say goodbye to Tiger. Will I ever see him again?

Papa Mousekiwitz: Who am I to know? Tiger was a wonderful cat, but he was still a cat. Someday, you will understand.

Fievel: When, Papa? When will I understand?

Papa Mousekiwitz: Fievel, if growing up were so easy, would it take so long?

Papa Mousekiwitz: I thought things would be better in America. In Russia, my violins were famous. At least we never went hungry.

Fievel: Maybe Tanya shouldn't sing again.

Tanya Mousekewitz: Very funny.

Papa Mousekiwitz: They call America the land of oppurtunity. Oppurtunity for what? For children to play in the filthy streets? To never see the sun shine? Fievel's birthday is coming! And we don't even have enough money for presents.

Fievel: Oh, Papa, I don't care.

Tanya Mousekewitz: I could always sing in front of the gift shop, and maybe they'll throw presents.

Papa Mousekiwitz: How sweetly blessed I am to have such fine children! Maybe things will get better!