Mrs. Brisby Quotes in The Secret of NIMH (1982)

[Mrs. Brisby reads the inscription on the amulet]

Mrs. Brisby: You can unlock any door, if you only have the key.

Great Owl: I must bid you good evening, Mrs...

Mrs. Brisby: Mrs. Brisby.

Great Owl: Brisby? Mrs. Johnathan Brisby?

Mrs. Brisby: Why, yes. He was my husband. But how did you know about him?

Great Owl: That is not important. I will say this: His name is not unknown in these woods.

Timmy: Momma I'm tired of being in bed. I wanna get up.

Mrs. Brisby: Well, you're not getting up.

Mrs. Brisby: Jeremy?

Jeremy: Shh! I'm being followed.

Mrs. Brisby: Followed?

Jeremy: A crazy lady with a hat! She has big teeth, she tied me up, and...

[Sees Mrs. Brisby's amulet]

Jeremy: Ooh! oh-oh-oooh! A sparkly!

Mrs. Brisby: What?

Jeremy: You're wearing a sparkly! Can I have it? Can I?

Mrs. Brisby: Pay attention.

Jeremy: [still mesmerized by the amulet] Wow.

Mrs. Brisby: I need you to get some string.

Jeremy: Str-ing...

Mrs. Brisby: To move the block.

Jeremy: Move... the block. Hey! I've got string! I've been saving them.

Mrs. Brisby: You do?

Jeremy: Oh, yes. Red ones, blue ones, green, yellow...

Mrs. Brisby: Good. Bring all the string you can.

Jeremy: Okay... that'll take all day.

Mrs. Brisby: Good! Get going.

Jeremy: Just thought I'd mention in passing... I've always wanted a sparkly of my very own.

Mrs. Brisby: Will you get going?

Jeremy: Oh! Excuse me, pardon me. Bye.

Mrs. Brisby: I went to see the Great Owl.

Mr. Ages: Owl? You say you saw the Owl?

Mrs. Brisby: Yes. He told me to ask for Nicodemus.

Mr. Ages: Yes, I know Nicodemus.

Mrs. Brisby: He lives with the rats.

Mr. Ages: More specifically, he's the leader of the rats.

Mrs. Brisby: You know him?

Mr. Ages: [abruptly] No one has ever seen the Owl! And live to tell about it.

Jeremy: So... do you like me?

Mrs. Brisby: Of course I like you. Bye now!

[resumes her journey home]

Jeremy: No, i mean... um, i mean... you don't think I'm clumsy or anything?

[loses balance, falls through hole]

Jeremy: [needs something to impress a female crow he just met] Mrs. Briz! Mrs. Briz! Gimme the sparkly! I gotta have the sparkly! Mrs. B, I gotta have it! Girls can't resist sparklys! Oh, please? PLEEEEEEEZ?

Mrs. Brisby: I gave it to Justin.

Jeremy: Justin? Who the heck is Justin?

Mrs. Brisby: The leader of the rats!

Jeremy: [sarcastic] The leader of the rats. How could you do this to me? What'll I say? Mrs. B... what'll I do?

Mrs. Brisby: Just be, um... be athletic!

Jeremy: Ah, hah! That's right! Athletic...

[gets up and starts running back to female crow]

Jeremy: I'll just be a little athl... AHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGH!

[trips over Cynthia]

Mrs. Brisby: Auntie Shrew what's going on?

Auntie Shrew: Indeed!

Mrs. Brisby: Please come back inside.

Auntie Shrew: Not for a king's ransom. I just have one thing to say

[pointing at Martin]

Auntie Shrew: that child is a brat.

Mrs. Brisby: Yes, I will speak to him.

Auntie Shrew: I came here to inform you that the frost is off the ground, and moving day is at hand. Prepare to move your very very odd family. Good day.

Mrs. Brisby: If you're going to feather a nest, you've got a lot to learn about how to treat a lady.

Jeremy: Right. When you're right, you're right, and you're right. None of the girls I meet wanna get serious.

Mrs. Brisby: I doubt they'd survive.

Jeremy: I think I have real potential. I mean, girls go for the athletic type, don't they?

Mrs. Brisby: Jeremy, you're stepping on my tail.

Jeremy: Oh, yeah! Excuse me, pardon me.

Mrs. Brisby: Pardon me, but I couldn't help noticing that you're limping.

Mr. Ages: That is none of your affair. Now, to what you are about to see and hear you must swear absolute secrecy.

Mrs. Brisby: Yes, I understand...

Mr. Ages: Swear it!

Mrs. Brisby: I swear.

Mr. Ages: If word were to get out, we'd have all of humanity here to-to blow the place apart.

Mrs. Brisby: Is it always this dark?

Mr. Ages: We're down three feet.

Jeremy: Miss Briz! Oh, Briz! Where are you?

Mrs. Brisby: Over here.

Jeremy: [Arrives with bag of string] Well, here it is. I brought the whole nest. There's plenty more where this came from. I've got connections. Hey! Your house is moved. Oh, no! What am I gonna do with all this string?

Mrs. Brisby: You'll think of something.

Jeremy: [sigh] Ah, what's the use. What's a guy like me going to do with a love nest anyway?

[as he starts to leave Jeremy is knocked over by another crow]

Jeremy: Ow! Excuse me, pardon me.

Miss Right: Excuse me, pardon me.

Cynthia: Look mommy. Another turkey.

Auntie Shrew: The Great Owl would know what to do about this. You must go see him.

Mrs. Brisby: I couldn't do that. Owls eat mice.

Auntie Shrew: Well, my child, show a little courage. We're fighting for Timmy's life.

Mrs. Brisby: You're in great danger. NIMH is coming!

Jenner: [quickly] Come come, let's return to the rosebush...

Mrs. Brisby: NIMH is coming!

Rat 1: NIMH!

Mrs. Brisby: In the morning!

Rat 2: NIMH!

Mrs. Brisby: Yes. You will all die unless you leave the farm tonight.

Jenner: Lies!

Mrs. Brisby: Please! You must believe me!

Rat 1: What if it's true?

Rat 2: We'll all be killed!

Rat 3: Don't panic!

Jenner: Don't listen! She's hysterical!

Mrs. Brisby: Get out now... Auughhh!

[With a vicious backhand, Jenner sends Mrs. Brisby flying. He shucks his cape and draws his sword]

Jenner: You get out! I've had enough!

Mrs. Brisby: Please. I would do anything for Timothy. Anything.

Great Owl: There is a way. Go to the rats.

Mrs. Brisby: But I don't know any rats.

Great Owl: In the rosebush.

Mrs. Brisby: Oh, yes. Near the farmhouse.

Great Owl: Go there. Ask for Nicodemus.

Mrs. Brisby: Nicodemus? But how can they help?

Great Owl: They must move your house to the lee of the stone.

Mrs. Brisby: No rat could move my house. It's a...

Great Owl: They have ways.

Mrs. Brisby: I don't understand, but I will do as you say.

Jeremy: Nice evening, huh? I told you you'd love flying.

Mrs. Brisby: I don't know how I let you talk me into this!

Jeremy: Hey, you were a girl once. Maybe you can teach me how to... you know, how to, uh...

Mrs. Brisby: Behave yourself?

Jeremy: I'm not that bad. I just need a few pointers to polish my style.

[trips and falls down]

Jeremy: Oof!

Mrs. Brisby: Jeremy, I've got to go home.

Jeremy: Uh, let me fly you home. We can talk on the way.

Mrs. Brisby: No, thank you. I'm afraid of heights.

Jeremy: All right, so we'll walk.

Jeremy: Hey, there's a cat out there!

Mrs. Brisby: Quiet! Does he see you?

Jeremy: No.

[whimpering]

Jeremy: Yes!

Mrs. Brisby: Stand perfectly still.

Jeremy: Everything's fine. He's headed right for us!

Mrs. Brisby: Don't panic. Fast or slow?

Jeremy: Medium. Make that fast, very fast - I have to go now...

Mrs. Brisby: You keep making all that noise, and Dragon's sure to hear you, if he hasn't already.

Jeremy: Wouldn't you sing too? I mean, if you felt...

[laughs]

Jeremy: if you felt the call of the wild?

Mrs. Brisby: I would not, if I knew there was a cat nearby.

Jeremy: But she's out there, somewhere. And when I find here, I'll feel it way down in my wish bone. I - -What cat?

[Mrs. Brisby listens to the farmer start the tractor]

Auntie Shrew: What did I tell you? Moving day.

Mrs. Brisby: It can't be.

Auntie Shrew: It certainly can. I don't supposed you've packed.

Mrs. Brisby: What about Timmy? The chill in the air could kill him.

Auntie Shrew: Well, child, that tractor surely will. For the last time, get your children out of here before it's too late.

[Jeremy sneaks up behind her wearing a human blouse like a large hooded robe - he pulls the "hood" back]

Mrs. Brisby: [surprised] Jeremy!

Jeremy: Shhhh!

[whispering]

Jeremy: I'm in *disguise*!

[laughs]

Mrs. Brisby: [Confronted by a large rat with a battleaxe] H-hello. I was sent here to find Nicodemus. Are you Nicodemus?

[the rat swipes at her]

Mrs. Brisby: Please, I need help.

[the phone rings in middle of night]

Farmer Fitzgibbons: I'm coming, I'm coming! Hold your horses! Hello? Who? NIMH? Oh, yeah, NIMH. You called about the rats. I don't know about any special behavior, but the traps sure don't work. Morning? Suits me just fine. No, no. You can buldoze that rosebush right out of here. I want those rats exterminated. Now, there's no charge, right? All right. I'll see you in the morning.

[Hangs up]

Mrs. Brisby: NIMH? They're coming here?

[gasps]

Mrs. Brisby: I must warn Justin!