Meowrice Quotes in Gay Purr-ee (1962)

Meowrice: Boys, if you ever marry, marry for love... of money.

Meowrice: [singing] When teacher can't teach you, and preacher can't preach you, when agents can't reach you... the money cat can! The money cat knows where the money tree grows!

Bartender: What'll ya have?

Jean Tom: Er, uh... milk.

Bartender: Uh... milk?

Robespierre: No, no, no! C'mon Jean Tom, let's live it up! STRAIGHT CREAM!

Meowrice: No, no, no, Robespierre. Here we have a little something called champagne.

Meowrice: [after his henchcats run into a bulldog while chasing Mewsette] Get rid of that dog, you bumbling idiots!

Bulldog: Your whiskers tickle cats, and since I can't stand to be tickled by no cats I'm going to tear your tails off and have 'em for breakfast.

Meowrice: [Pleading with him] I understand you're feelings, sir, nothing like cats tails for breakfast

[Motioning towards Mewsette]

Meowrice: but back there among those barrels is a...

[the bulldog growls at him and chases him and the henchcats]

Meowrice: Please let's talk this over.

Meowrice: [eats some sardines from a can] Canned fish, what will they think of next? Everything is packaged these days, even pretty girls hmm?

[turns towards Mewsette who is locked in a basket crying]

Meowrice: As they say, evil is the root of all money... money trees, that is! Big, green money trees!

Meowrice: [Showing Mewsette a picture] His name is Henry Pfft of Pittsburgh Pennsylvania U.S.A.

Mewsette: [Looks at the picture with disgust] You mean you want me to marry this... this fat old...

Meowrice: [Interrupting her] You are as bright as you are pretty my dear, so please get into the basket like a good little bride to be.

[His henchcats show her the basket]

Mewsette: [Frightened] Who are they?

Meowrice: They are my business associates Cheri, just get into the basket and you won't have to look at them anymore.

Mewsette: In the basket? No, oh no!

Meowrice: [Mocking her] Yes, oh yes!, you are going to Pittsburgh to marry that rich American, isn't that what you wanted? Isn't that why you left the farm?

Mewsette: Yes, I mean no

[Crying]

Mewsette: I just, I just want Juane Tom.

[Continues crying]

Meowrice: Juane Tom? The world's greatest mouser?

[laughs]

Meowrice: Juane Tom is probably in Alaska about now

Mewsette: He is not, you're lying, just like you did about everything else!

Meowrice: [Coming towards her] Call it a weakness, now get into the basket!

Mewsette: No I won't, I'm not going to marry anybody!

[Runs away]

Meowrice: [His henchcats catch Mewsette in a sack after she tries to jump off a bridge] Nice fielding, team. Come along, we'll take the scenic route home.