The Coachman Quotes in Pinocchio (1940)

The Coachman: Give a bad boy enough rope, and he'll soon make a jackass of himself.

The Coachman: How would you blokes like to make some real money?

[Lays a large bag of money on the table]

Foulfellow: Well! And who do we have to, eh...

[Makes throat-slashing motion]

The Coachman: No, no. Nothing like that. You see...

[Looks around to see if anyone is listening; Foulfellow does the same]

The Coachman: I'm collecting stupid little boys.

Foulfellow: Stupid little boys?

The Coachman: You know, the disobedient ones who play hooky from school.

Foulfellow: Ohh!

The Coachman: And you see...

[Whispers in Foulfellow's ear; Gideon puts his ear to Foulfellow's other ear so he can listen as well]

The Coachman: And I takes 'em to Pleasure Island.

Foulfellow: [nods in agreement] Ah, Pleasure Island.

[suddenly shocked]

Foulfellow: Pleasure Island? But the law! Suppose they...

The Coachman: No, no. There is no risk. They never come back... as BOYS!

[leans in close to camera and smiles wickedly]

Foulfellow: So, Coachman, what's your proposition?

The Coachman: How would you blokes like to make some real money?

[pulls out a big bag of gold pieces, which he drops on the table with a loud clank]

Foulfellow: [his eyes widen] Well! And who do we have to...

[makes a throat slashing gesture]

The Coachman: No, no, no... nothing like that. You see...

[moves his eyes slowly left and right with Foulfellow briefly following suit, then leans in with a slight whisper]

The Coachman: I'm collecting stupid little boys.

Foulfellow: Stupid little boys?

The Coachman: You know... the disobedient ones that are playing hooky from school.

Foulfellow: Oh...

The Coachman: So you see...

[leans in and whispers into Foulfellow's ear indistinctly for a while, his sidekick listens in through his opposite ear, then cleans it out with his finger so he can hear it better]

The Coachman: ... and I takes them to Pleasure Island.

Foulfellow: Ah. Pleasure Island...

[suddenly has a look of horror]

Foulfellow: Pleasure Island? But the law! Suppose they...

The Coachman: No, no, no, there's no risk. They never come back... as BOYS!

[his face morphs to a devil like appearance as he makes an evil grin. Foulfellow and his sidekick sweat a little as he laughs maniacally, then grabs him by the collar and holds him close]

The Coachman: Now, I've got a coach leaving the crossroads by midnight, see me there. And no double crossing!

Foulfellow: No sir...

The Coachman: Any prospects you find, bring them to me.

Foulfellow: Yes sir.

The Coachman: I'll pay you well, I've got plenty of gold.

The Coachman: And what might your name be?

Alexander: Alexander.

The Coachman: So you can talk?

Alexander: Yes, sir. I wanna go home to my mama!

The Coachman: Take him back! He can still talk!

Alexander: [pleading with the other rejected donkeys] Please, please, I don't wanna be a donkey! Let me outta here!

The Coachman: [cracks his whip] Quiet! You boys have had your fun. Now pay for it!