Bedknobs and Broomsticks Quotes
An apprentice witch, three kids and a cynical conman search for the missing component to a magic spell useful to the defense of Britain.
[first lines]
Captain Ainsley Greer: You there, which way to Pepperinge Eye?
Elderly Farmer: Couldn't say, sir. It said on the wireless to paint out the sign posts in case the Nazis drop in.
Captain Ainsley Greer: I'm not a Nazi, I'm a British officer!
Elderly Farmer: That's what you'd say if you *was* a Nazi, isn't it sir?
Captain Ainsley Greer: You there, which way to Pepperinge Eye?
Elderly Farmer: Couldn't say, sir. It said on the wireless to paint out the sign posts in case the Nazis drop in.
Captain Ainsley Greer: I'm not a Nazi, I'm a British officer!
Elderly Farmer: That's what you'd say if you *was* a Nazi, isn't it sir?
Colonel Heller: No, Fraulein, this is not the invasion, just a little exercise. A minor raid to induce panic and spread a little mischief. When you English get it through your head that the German forces can land at will whenever and wherever we please, perhaps you will consider reasonable peace.
Charlie Rawlins: [angrily] Not bloody likely!
Charlie Rawlins: [angrily] Not bloody likely!
[Secretary Bird notices the King's star is missing and reacts]
Lion: Stop jibbering!
[hits Secretary Bird on the head]
Lion: What's the matter with you?
Secretary Bird: [blubbering] Your royal star! They've stolen your royal star!
Lion: [laughs] Don't be ridiculous! What do you think this is?
[the King dangles a whistle in front of Secretary Bird, who blows on it]
Lion: Whyyyyyyyyyyy didn't youuuuuuuuu sayyyyyyyyyyyyy sooooooooooooooo?
[the King roars so loudly, he blows Secretary Bird's clothes off]
Lion: Stop jibbering!
[hits Secretary Bird on the head]
Lion: What's the matter with you?
Secretary Bird: [blubbering] Your royal star! They've stolen your royal star!
Lion: [laughs] Don't be ridiculous! What do you think this is?
[the King dangles a whistle in front of Secretary Bird, who blows on it]
Lion: Whyyyyyyyyyyy didn't youuuuuuuuu sayyyyyyyyyyyyy sooooooooooooooo?
[the King roars so loudly, he blows Secretary Bird's clothes off]
Eglentine Price: You must have given us the wrong address! You don't live *here*, do you?
Mr. Browne: In point of fact I do. Temporarily, at any rate. I found the front door open, the house was deserted! Everyone has left the neighborhood.
Eglentine Price: Now why should they do that?
Mr. Browne: This probably has something to do with it.
[shows them a pit with an unexploded shell in it]
Eglentine Price: Merciful heavens! I should think you'd be *terrified* at the very idea of living here!
Mr. Browne: You'd have thought so, wouldn't you? I am by nature a *little* bit of a coward; but then I pondered, as I often do. In the perverse nature of things, this diabolical object is probably the best friend I've ever had. It has enabled me, for the first time in my life, to live like a king. Shall we go in?
Mr. Browne: In point of fact I do. Temporarily, at any rate. I found the front door open, the house was deserted! Everyone has left the neighborhood.
Eglentine Price: Now why should they do that?
Mr. Browne: This probably has something to do with it.
[shows them a pit with an unexploded shell in it]
Eglentine Price: Merciful heavens! I should think you'd be *terrified* at the very idea of living here!
Mr. Browne: You'd have thought so, wouldn't you? I am by nature a *little* bit of a coward; but then I pondered, as I often do. In the perverse nature of things, this diabolical object is probably the best friend I've ever had. It has enabled me, for the first time in my life, to live like a king. Shall we go in?
Home Guard: [singing] Call out the navy, call out the ranks, call out the air force, call out the tanks! From the cliffs of Dover, call up the gulls; and don't forget the loyal territorials! But who's digging in here? Who will defend, ev'ry inch of England, no matter what they send? Who's standing firm in their own front yard? The soldiers of the old Home Guard, that's who! The soldiers of the old Home Guard! For we wrote the story of the old brigade, we know the glory of yesterday's parades! Who's standing firm in their own front yard? The soldiers of the old Home Guard, that's who! The soldiers of the old Home Guard!
Charlie Rawlins: Hurt your foot, Miss Price?
Miss Price: Oh, just twisted my ankle.
Charlie Rawlins: Sorry to hear that.
Miss Price: Thank you. It's nothing serious.
Charlie Rawlins: Lovely weather for flying last night.
[heavy pause]
Miss Price: Why did you say that, Charles?
Charlie Rawlins: [bringing out her broken broomstick] Game's up, Miss Price. We know what you are.
Miss Price: I see.
[she looks worriedly at Charles]
Charlie Rawlins: Don't worry, Miss Price. No one's gonna peach on you.
Miss Price: Oh, just twisted my ankle.
Charlie Rawlins: Sorry to hear that.
Miss Price: Thank you. It's nothing serious.
Charlie Rawlins: Lovely weather for flying last night.
[heavy pause]
Miss Price: Why did you say that, Charles?
Charlie Rawlins: [bringing out her broken broomstick] Game's up, Miss Price. We know what you are.
Miss Price: I see.
[she looks worriedly at Charles]
Charlie Rawlins: Don't worry, Miss Price. No one's gonna peach on you.
Eglentine Price: [singing] When you rush around in hopeless circles, searching everywhere for something true, you're at the age of not believing, when all the make-believe is through.
Carrie Rawlins: [speaking] That's Charlie, to a 'T'.
Eglentine Price: [still singing] When you set aside your childhood heroes, and your dreams are lost upon a shelf, you're at the age of not believing, and worst of all you doubt yourself.
[speaking; about an apple core]
Eglentine Price: Throw that into the waste basket.
[singing]
Eglentine Price: You're a castaway where no one hears you, on a barren isle in a lonely sea.
Charlie Rawlins: [speaking] What's that supposed to be, poetry?
Eglentine Price: [still singing] Where did all the happy endings go? Where can all the good times be?
[speaking]
Eglentine Price: Everyone on the bed who's going.
[singing]
Eglentine Price: You must face the age of not believing, doubting everything you ever knew. Until at last, you start believing there's something wonderful in you!
Carrie Rawlins: [speaking] That's Charlie, to a 'T'.
Eglentine Price: [still singing] When you set aside your childhood heroes, and your dreams are lost upon a shelf, you're at the age of not believing, and worst of all you doubt yourself.
[speaking; about an apple core]
Eglentine Price: Throw that into the waste basket.
[singing]
Eglentine Price: You're a castaway where no one hears you, on a barren isle in a lonely sea.
Charlie Rawlins: [speaking] What's that supposed to be, poetry?
Eglentine Price: [still singing] Where did all the happy endings go? Where can all the good times be?
[speaking]
Eglentine Price: Everyone on the bed who's going.
[singing]
Eglentine Price: You must face the age of not believing, doubting everything you ever knew. Until at last, you start believing there's something wonderful in you!
Bookman: There is, I regret to say, no such island. I looked for it in every chart. The Isle of Naboombu does not exist.
Paul Rawlins: Oh, it does, too! Got me own...
[Charlie clamps his hand over Paul's mouth, making his words come out garbled]
Bookman: What is he trying to say?
Charlie Rawlins: Nothing! When he don't say nothing, he burbles.
Paul Rawlins: Oh, it does, too! Got me own...
[Charlie clamps his hand over Paul's mouth, making his words come out garbled]
Bookman: What is he trying to say?
Charlie Rawlins: Nothing! When he don't say nothing, he burbles.
[Ms. Price speaks the magic spell for the first time; nothing happens]
Eglentine Price: Am I doing something wrong?
Mr. Browne: Well, to tell you the truth, it does seem a bit old-fashioned. After all, we are in the twentieth century.
Eglentine Price: What do you suggest?
Mr. Browne: Well, it needs rhythm, tempo, music! As I always say: do it with a flair.
Eglentine Price: Am I doing something wrong?
Mr. Browne: Well, to tell you the truth, it does seem a bit old-fashioned. After all, we are in the twentieth century.
Eglentine Price: What do you suggest?
Mr. Browne: Well, it needs rhythm, tempo, music! As I always say: do it with a flair.
