Mole Quotes in Atlantis: The Lost Empire (2001)

Mole: You have disturbed the dirt!

Milo: Uh, pardon me?

Mole: You have disturbed the dirt! Dirt from around the globe spanning the centuries!

[pulls the covers of Milo's bed, exposing clumps of dirt with little flags]

Mole: What have you done? England must never merge with France!

Milo: What's it doing in my bed?

Mole: You ask too many questions! Who are you? Who sent you? Speak up!

Milo: Me? I'm, uh...

Mole: Bah! I will know soon enough.

[grabs Milo's hand]

Milo: Hey, hey, hey! Let go!

Mole: Do not be such a crybaby. Hold still.

[takes a bit of dirt from under one of Milo's fingernails]

Mole: Aha! There you are. Now tell me your story, my little friend.

[looks at dirt under magnifying lenses]

Mole: Parchment fiber from the Nile Delta circa 500 B.C., lead pencil No. 2, paint flecks of a type used in government buildings, you have a cat, short hair Persian, two years old, third in a liter of seven. These are all the microscopic fingerprints of the mapmaker.

[tastes dirt]

Mole: And linguist.

Vinny: You didn't just drink that, did you?

Milo: Mm-hmm.

Vinny: That's not good! That's nitroglycerin.

[Thatch gasps]

Vinny: Don't move, eh, don't breathe, don't do anything. Except pray, maybe...

Mole: [jumps up behind Milo, scaring him] BOOM!

[Vinny and The Mole laugh]

Mole: The volcano, she awakes!

Vinny: [waving a lit stick of dynamite] Hey, I had nothing to do with it.

Helga: Someone needs to talk to that girl.

Mole: I will go!

Vinny: Someone with good people skills.

Mole: I will do it!

Dr. Sweet: Someone who won't scare her away.

Mole: I volunteer!

Wilhelmina: Someone who can speak the language.

Mole: For the good of the mission, I will go!

Commander Rourke: [to Milo, who is not paying attention] Good man, Thatch. Thanks for volunteering.

[Mole cries]

Vinny: I could unblock that if I had, like, two-hundred of these. Problem is, I only have, like, ten, plus three of my own, a couple of cherry bombs, road flare... Hey. Too bad we don't have some nitroglycerin, eh, Milo?

Mole: AH HA HA HA!

Mole: The magma has solidified in the bowels of the volcano, effectively blocking the exit.

Wilhelmina: I got the same problem with sauerkraut.

Dr. Sweet: Hold on. Back up. Are you sayin' this whole volcano can blow at any time?

Mole: No, no, no, no. That would take an explosive force of great magnitude.

[everyone looks at Vinny, who is fiddling with a time bomb]

Vinny: [looks taken aback] Maybe I should do this later, huh?

Audrey: Hey, Milo. Don't you ever close that book?

Dr. Sweet: Yeah, you must've read it a dozen times by now

Milo: I know, but this... this doesn't make any sense. See, in this passage here, the shepherd seems to be leading up to something. He calls it the Heart of Atlantis. It could be the power source the legends refer to. But then it just... it cuts off. It's almost like there's a missing page.

Vinny: Kid, relax. We don't get paid overtime.

Milo: I know, I know. Sometimes I get a little carried away. But, hey, you know, that's what this is all about, right? I mean, discovery, teamwork, adventure. Unless, maybe, you're just in it for the money.

Audrey: Money.

Wilhelmina: Money.

Dr. Sweet: Money.

Mole: Money.

Vinny: I'm gonna say... money.

Milo: Well, I guess I set myself up for that one.

Mole: I'm so excited.

Commander Rourke: So we find this masterpiece. Then what?

Mole: When do we dig?

Milo: Actually, we don't have to dig. You see, according to the journal, the path to Atlantis will take us down a tunnel at the bottom of the ocean and will come up a curve into an air pocket, right here, where we'll find the remnants of an ancient highway that will lead us to Atlantis. Kind of like the grease trap in your sink.

Helga: Cartographer, linguist, plumber. Hard to believe he's still single.

Mole: You said there would be digging.

Helga: Go away, Mole.

Milo: [after Kida speaks to them in Atlantean, replying in halting Atlantean] I... travel... friend.

Princess Kida: [In Atlantean] You... travel, you are a friendly traveler.

Milo: Ita, sum amice viator.

Princess Kida: Dices linguam Romae.

Milo: Parlez-vous francais?

Princess Kida: Oui, monsieur.

Mole: They speak my language! Pardon, mademoiselle, ah, voulez-vous...

[He whispers in Kida's ear and she punches him]

Dr. Sweet: Ooh, I like her.

Audrey: Hmm. 'Bout time someone hit him. I'm just sorry it wasn't me.

Atlanteans: Buenos dias. Ciao. Guten tag. Konnichiwa. Namaste. Ni hao.

Audrey: How do they know all these languages?

Milo: Their language must be based on a root dialect. It's just like the Tower of Babel.

Commander Rourke: Well, maybe English is in there somewhere. We are explorers from the surface world. We come in peace.

Princess Kida: Welcome to the city of Atlantis.

Mole: I just want to see... a little sunshine.

Mr. Fox: But you're nocturnal, Phil. Your eyes barely open on a good day.

Mole: I'm sick of your double talk, we have rights!

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?

Mole: [pointing the gun at St John] You destroyed my home to build a dog meat factory.

St John Weasel: [hands up] The area needs one. Our market research shows...

Mole: You put my friends in a mincer!

St John Weasel: Just a harmless joke!

Mole: Dog food factory!

Mole: I can't throw for toffee!

St John Weasel: [as Badger comes across the walk bay throwingg the weasels off the side] Oh! Steady on! Listen N... n... no... n... Calm down! n... n... no

Mole: [Badger has thrown three weasels off] I say! Badger!

St John Weasel: [backing up with Badger walking towards him] I... I'm not really a weasel... I'm a rabbit

[does rabbit teeth]

St John Weasel: They forced me to work he and you saved me, oh thank you, thank you!

Badger: Shut up! Keep moving!

St John Weasel: You've only got one shot. Give me the gun... and we'll all be friends!

Mole: Friends? Thought you said there was no such thing

St John Weasel: Oh come on! That was just the intro to a song!

[Toad enters Rat and Mole's house and faints]

Mole: Why... it's a poor old lady. Let's move her over by the fire.

[They move Toad, then his chain ball lands on Rat's foot]

Rat: Oww! Toad! What are you doing here?

Mr. Toad: Well, I just, um... sort of...

Mole: Well, this is a merry Christmas... but aren't you afraid of the police?

Mr. Toad: Afraid of the police?

[laughs]

Mr. Toad: I, Toad, afraid of the police?

[he laughs some more, then a loud knock and yelling comes from the door]

Angus MacBadger: [from behind the door] OPEN UP! OPEN UP, I SAY!

Mr. Toad: [mortified] THE POLICE!

[while trying to get Toad Hall in order, MacBadger gets interrupted by two knocks on the door, the second one, thankfully, from Rat and Mole]

Angus MacBadger: Oh, it's you, Rat. And Mole, too. Thank goodness, lads. You've come at last.

[they go into Toad Hall]

Narrator: Poor MacBadger, he'd reach the end of his rope, or as he said himself...

Angus MacBadger: I'm feelin' like a nervous wreck.

Rat: I say, MacBadger, what seems to be the trouble?

Angus MacBadger: [upset] Something's got to be done about Toad! This time, he is goin' too far!

Mole: But he promised us.

Angus MacBadger: Promises? Ha! What good are his promises when these wild manias take him? Now look, you're his dearest friends, are you not?

Rat: Yes.

Mole: Very dear friends.

Angus MacBadger: Then, lads, you've got to find Toad and stop him.

Rat: What's he doing?

Angus MacBadger: He's got a new mania. He's rampagin' about the county in a canary yellow gypsy cart with a horse named Cyril.

[Toad is acting like a motorcar. His friends blame it on his mania for cars and grab him and drag him home]

Narrator: Mania, that's it. That's what it was, a positive mania. No telling where it would end, either; it may linger for months, and with Toad Hall at stake.

[Toad's friends have successfully escorted him to his room in his home at Toad Hall]

Narrator: Well, they had no choice. There was only one thing to do: lock the poor chap in his chamber and keep him there until the poison worked out of his system.

[Rat and Mole dress Toad in his nightclothes and throw water over him to stop his acting like a car]

Mole: [after Toad stops] That's better.

Rat: [to Toad] And you can't escape, you know. Simply no use trying.

[They shut the door and lock it. Toad pounds on the door and tugs on it, trying to open it]

Mr. Toad: Let me outta here! Open up! Open up, I say! Please, Ratty, Moley, open the door!

Narrator: Now, of course, playing jailer to one's dearest friend wasn't much of an enjoyable experience. In fact, Moley weakened right at the start and wanted to call it quits, but Ratty said, "No. Definitely not." This time they must be firm. After all, it wasn't just a matter of saving Toad from himself. There was MacBadger to consider, and Toad Hall and all that it stood for.

Mr. Toad: A motorcar! Gad... what have I been missing?

[Toad, having just seen a motorcar go by him, is so enraptured by it that he starts making noises and moving around like a car]

Mole: Ratty! It isn't. He hasn't!

Rat: It is, and he has it: a new mania. Motor mania!

Angus MacBadger: Aye, lads, I've just made a very important discovery.

[as he speaks, we cut to Toad Hall, where Winky and the weasels are living now]

Angus MacBadger: Toad Hall is ablaze with lights. And in possession, a pack of weasels. And the leader of the gang is none other than Mister...

Weasels: Winky!

[Winky shows he has the deed to Toad Hall]

Weasels: Hip hip hooray!

[end of flashback]

Angus MacBadger: And so you see, he DID trade Toad Hall for the motorcar.

Rat: Then, Toad was innocent all the time.

Angus MacBadger: Aye, lads, and if only he were here right now...

[Toad, who was clinging to the top of the Christmas tree, suddenly falls into MacBadger's arms]

Angus MacBadger: Toad!

Mr. Toad: [happily] Angus!

Rat: Sorry, Toad. I misjudged you.

Mole: I hope, someday, you'll find it in your heart...

Mr. Toad: Tut, tut. Not another word. To err is human to forgive...

Angus MacBadger: [dropping Toad on the ground] Thaddeus, not so fast! You're still guilty in the eyes of the law. To prove your innocence, we've got to get that paper away from Winky! Now, I have a plan. We'll sneak in through the secret tunnel...

Mom: Kenny, get back here, RIGHT NOW!

Kenny Crandell: [in the back of his friends' pickup] I'll do it later, Mom, I promise!

Mole: Isn't your mom leaving for like, months?

Kenny Crandell: Oh shit, you're right.

[hollers back]

Kenny Crandell: BYE MOM, HAVE A BLAST!

Mom: [dryly] Right.

Kenny Crandell: [hand signs] ROCK AND ROLL!

Mole: Park it yourself, Metallica breath!