Mr. Fox Quotes in Fantastic Mr. Fox (2009)

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!

Mrs. Fox: Why did you lie to me?

Mr. Fox: Because I'm a wild animal.

Badger: In summation, I think you just got to not do it, man. That's all.

Mr. Fox: I understand what you're saying, and your comments are valuable, but I'm gonna ignore your advice.

Badger: The cuss you are.

Mr. Fox: The cuss am I? Are you cussing with me?

Badger: No, you cussing with me?

Mr. Fox: Don't cussing point at me!

Badger: If you're gonna cuss with somebody, you're not gonna cuss with me, you little cuss!

Mr. Fox: You're not gonna cuss with me!

[Both start snarling at each other, and then settle down]

Mr. Fox: Just buy the tree.

Badger: Okay.

Mr. Fox: Redemption? Sure. But in the end, he's just another dead rat in a garbage pail behind a Chinese restaurant.

Mr. Fox: [sighs] Who am I, Kylie?

Kylie: Who how? What now?

Mr. Fox: Why a fox? Why not a horse, or a beetle, or a bald eagle? I'm saying this more as, like, existentialism, you know? Who am I? And how can a fox ever be happy without, you'll forgive the expression, a chicken in its teeth?

Kylie: I don't know what you're talking about, but it sounds illegal.

Mr. Fox: They say all foxes are slightly allergic to linoleum, but it's cool to the paw - try it. They say my tail needs to be dry cleaned twice a month, but now it's fully detachable - see? They say our tree may never grow back, but one day, something will. Yes, these crackles are made of synthetic goose and these giblets come from artificial squab and even these apples look fake - but at least they've got stars on them. I guess my point is, we'll eat tonight, and we'll eat together. And even in this not particularly flattering light, you are without a doubt the five and a half most wonderful wild animals I've ever met in my life. So let's raise our boxes - to our survival.

Mrs. Fox: This story's too predictable.

Mr. Fox: Predictable? Really? Then, how does it end?

Mrs. Fox: In the end, we all die. Unless you change.

[from trailer]

Mrs. Fox: You know, you really are... fantastic.

Mr. Fox: I try.

Ash: What's that white stuff around his mouth?

Kylie: I think he eats soap.

Mr. Fox: That's not soap.

Kylie: Wha- why does he have that...

Mr. Fox: He's rabid. With rabies.

Mr. Fox: [Mr. Fox on a motorcycle speaking to a wolf off on a distant ridge] Where did you come from?

Mr. Fox: What are you doing here?

Mr. Fox: I don't think he speaks English or Latin

Mr. Fox: Pensez-vous que l'hiver sera rude?

Mr. Fox: [as an aside to Ash, Kris, and Kylie in the motorcycle] I'm asking if he thinks we're in for a hard winter.

Mr. Fox: I have a phobia of wolves.

Mr. Fox: What a beautiful creature.

Mr. Fox: [as an aside to Ash, Kris, and Kyle in the motorcycle] Wish him luck boys.

[from trailer]

Mr. Fox: Honey, I am seven non-fox years old. My father died at seven and a half. I don't want to live in a hole anymore, and I'm going to do something about it.

[tears into his toast in an animalistic manner]

Rat: The boy is being held in an apple crate on top of a gun cabinet in the attic of Bean Annex.

Mr. Fox: Would you have told me if I hadn't killed you first?

Rat: Never.

Mr. Fox: [addressing the others from atop a pile of bricks] In a way, I'm almost glad that flood interrupted us because I don't like the toast I was giving. I'm gonna start over.

[Mr. Fox switches on his radio. "Le Grand Choral" plays. He gestures as if holding a wine glass]

Mr. Fox: When I look down this table, with the exquisite feast set before us, I see: two terrific lawyers, a skilled pediatrician, a wonderful chef, a savvy real estate agent, an excellent tailor, a crack accountant, a gifted musician, pretty good minnow fisherman, and possibly the best landscape painter working on the scene today. Maybe a few of you might even read my column from time to time, Who knows? I tend to doubt it.

[brief pause]

Mr. Fox: I also see a room full of wild animals.

[He approaches their groups as he speaks]

Mr. Fox: Wild animals, with true natures and pure talents. Wild animals with scientific-sounding Latin names that mean something about our DNA. Wild animals each with his own strengths and weaknesses due to his or her species.

[re-ascends the brick pile]

Mr. Fox: Anyway, I think it may very well be all the beautiful differences among us that might just give us the tiniest glimmer of a chance of saving my nephew, and letting me make it up to you for getting us into this, this crazy... whatever it is. I don't know. It's just a thought. Thank you for listening. Cheers, everyone.

[mimics draining the imaginary glass and smashing it to the floor]

Kylie: Lets eat!

[All eyes turn to Kylie]

Kylie: What? I was just playin' along with the bit he was doing...

Mr. Fox: [Mr. Fox, Ash, Kris, and Kylie are on a motorcycle, and Mr. Fox refers to a quadruped wolf at the edge of a snowy forest] I don't think he speaks English or Latin.

Mr. Fox: [loudly, to the wolf] Pensez-vous que l'hiver sera rude?

Mr. Fox: [aside] I'm asking if he thinks we're in for a hard winter.

Ash: [Mr. Fox has just lost his tail in the shooting] It'll grow back, won't it?

Kylie: Tails don't grow back.

Ash: Tails don't grow back?

Kylie: Uh-uh. 'Cept for lizards.

Mr. Fox: Tails don't grow back. I'm gonna be tail-less for the rest of my life.

Ash: Well, anyway, it's not half as bad as double pneumonia, right? I mean his dad's got one foot in the grave and three feet on a banana peel. That's a lot worse than just a...

Kristofferson: [ricochets an acorn around the room, which lands in the teacup he is holding. The others glare in amazement] Excuse me, everyone. I'm gonna go meditate for half an hour.

[exits quickly]

Mrs. Fox: [Mr. Fox and Kylie are sneaking through the Fox family's kitchen, Kylie is wearing a bandit mask; Mrs. Fox sees them from a doorway] Another book party?

Mr. Fox: [surprised] Oh! I didn't see you sitting in the dark over there.

[grins sheepishly]

Mr. Fox: Yeah! No actually, there's a fire. I just got the call; they said maybe it's arson. I've got to interview the marshal and see if it's...

Mrs. Fox: Kylie,

[turns on the light]

Mrs. Fox: is he telling the truth?

Kylie: [turns to Mr. Fox] I... I don't want to be put into the middle of this!

Mr. Fox: Thanks, Kylie.

Mrs. Fox: [notices something off to her right] Why is he wearing that bandit hat?

[points to Kris, who is halfway out the door leading to the kitchen from the starwell leading upstairs; Kris pulls his bandit hat up to unobscure his face]

Mr. Fox: His ears were cold. He's not with us.

[to Kris]

Mr. Fox: Go back to bed.

[Kris leaves and closes the door]

Mrs. Fox: If what I think is happening is happening - it better not be.

Mr. Fox: A Titanium Card?

[whistles]

Mr. Fox: How did you qualify for this?

Kylie: I pay my bills on time.

Mr. Fox: That was pure wild animal craziness.

Mr. Fox: Here, put this bandit hat on.

Mr. Fox: I spotted a couple of broken burglar bars underneath the back door to Bean's secret cider cellar.

Kylie: We're breaking into Bean's *house*?

Mr. Fox: Cellar.

Kylie: Where he *lives*?

Mr. Fox: Where he keeps the cider.

Ash: [appears behind them] *Below* where he lives.

Mr. Fox: [takes] Where'd you come from? Why don't you go back to the tree and do your homework?

Ash: I want to help you steal some cider.

Mr. Fox: *We're* going to a *book* party, and keep your mouth shut about any cider, because no one ever said that! Now get out of here!

Ash: But, ah...

Mr. Fox: But nothing! You're gonna get me in a lot of trouble! Besides, you're too little and uncoordinated.

[Ash frowns, twitches, and spits]

Mr. Fox: One, two, three!

[Mr. Fox points in the direction of the tree. Ash stomps off, growling]

Mr. Fox: [after animals have dug through the wall] You scared the cuss out of us!

Badger: A lot of good animals...

[starts screaming]

Badger: ... are probably going to die, because of you! Half the woods have been obliterated, nobody can get out, and right now, my wife is at the bottom of a flint mine with no food, no water, and 27 starving animal brats!

[Mr. Fox prepares for the final showdown with the farmers]

Mr. Fox: Your tractors uprooted my tree. Your posse hunted my family. Your gunmen kidnapped my nephew. Your rat insulted my wife - and you shot off my tail. I'm not leaving here without that necktie.

Mrs. Fox: If we're still alive in the morning I want you to find another line of work.

Mr. Fox: Okay.

Title Card: Two years later - 12 fox-years.

[from trailer]

Mr. Fox: [looking at an electric fence] Huh. This could be difficult.

Squirrel: It's fatal for humans, but we got enough fur to keep the voltage from getting to us. Let's go!

Mr. Fox: The whole time I was putting paw over paw with your mother digging beside me, and I thought to myself: I wonder who this little boy...

Ash: Or girl!

Mr. Fox: Right, 'cause at the time we didn't know. I wonder who this little boy or girl is gonna be? Ash, I'm so glad he was you.

Mr. Fox: Ash, are you mad at me? I understand if you are and I'm sorry; I wouldn't have ever involved your cousin if I had realized you would feel this way. It was only ever just because he's kind of a natural... I mean... I mean look at him dig!

[View changes to Kristofferson, Kylie and Mrs. Fox digging, with Kristofferson leading with athletic determination, then switches back]

Mr. Fox: Anyway, I'm sorry if you feel any...

Ash: [as he shoves dirt in his ears] You know what? I'm just gonna put dirt in my ears. Ow... That's better. I can't hear you now, but keep talking.

Mr. Fox: One of those slovenly farmers is probably wearing my tail for a necktie.

[first lines]

Mr. Fox: What'd the doctor say?

Mrs. Fox: Nothing. Supposedly it's just a 24-hour bug. He gave me some pills.

Mr. Fox: I told you, you probably just ate some bad gristle.

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?

Mr. Fox: Why are you wearing that fake bandit hat?