Caterpillar Quotes

Chunk: [Buzz has just successfully made it to the window over the Caterpillar Room door, at sunset, and now he hears two voices approaching in the hallway below] Heh, heh heh heh... You think they had a fun playtime?
Twitch: Shh! They might hear you!
[Buzz hears giggling to his left and looks over to another doorway where Barbie and Ken are talking

to each other]
Ken: Okay, now you start.
Barbie: I...
Ken: love...
Barbie: you! Oh!
Ken: See? That time I said "love"! Okay, now me first.
[Buzz gives them a strange look]
Barbie: [overlapping] Ooh! Okay okay okay...
Ken:

I...
Barbie: love...
Ken: you! You see what I mean? It changes every time!
Barbie: [laughing] You are so smart!
[Twitch and Chunk pass them]
Twitch: [grabbing Ken's collar] C'mon, Romeo. We're late.

Buzz Lightyear: Lotso, there's been a mistake.
Lotso: A mistake?
Buzz Lightyear: The children in the Caterpillar Room are not age-appropriate for me and my friends. We respectfully request a transfer to the Butterfly Room.
Lotso: Well, request granted!
Ken: But Lotso...

Lotso: Hush now, Kenneth. This toy showed initiative, leadership. Why I'd say, we have ourselves a keeper. You hear that? We got a keeper!
[Lotso's gang cheers in delight]
Lotso: We're calling you up to the big leagues, son. From now on, you'll have anything you want.
Buzz Lightyear: Excellent. I'll go get my friends.

Lotso: Whoa, Whoa. Hold on there, Boss man. Those Caterpillar kids need *someone* to play with.
Buzz Lightyear: But my friends don't belong there.
Lotso: Oh, none of us do, I agree. Which is why, for the good of our community, we ask the newer toys, the stronger ones, to take one the hardships the rest of us can't bear anymore.

Buzz Lightyear: Well, I... I guess that makes sense. But I can't accept. We're a family. We stay together.
Lotso: [icily] Family man, huh? I understand.
[to Big Baby]
Lotso: Put him back in the timeout chair!
Buzz Lightyear: What are you... Unhand me!

[Watson and Mary enter Baker Street to find Holmes hanging from a noose]
Dr. John Watson: Don't worry, dear. Suicide is not in his repertoire. He's far too fond of himself for that.
[pokes Holmes sharply]
Dr. John Watson: Holmes!
Sherlock Holmes: [wakes up] Oh, good afternoon. I was attempting to determine the means by

which Blackwood survived his execution - clearing your good name, as it were - but it had a surprisingly soporific effect, and I found myself carried off into the arms of Morpheus like a caterpillar in a cocoon.
[to Mary]
Sherlock Holmes: Good afternoon, dear.
Dr. John Watson: Get on with it, Holmes.
Sherlock Holmes:

Well, cleverly concealed in the hangman's knot was a hook... oh, my, I think my legs have fallen asleep. I should probably come down.
Mary Morstan: John, shouldn't we help him down?
Dr. John Watson: No, no, I hate to cut him off mid-stream. Carry on.
Sherlock Holmes: Well, the executioner attached it to a harness which allowed

the weight to be distributed around the waist and the neck to remain intact. Oh, lord, I can't feel my cheeks. Might we continue this at ground level?
Dr. John Watson: How did you manage it, Holmes?
Sherlock Holmes: I managed it with braces, belts and a coat-hook. Please, Watson, my tongue is going, soon I'll be of no use to you at all.

Dr. John Watson: Worse things could happen.

Timon: [Timon and Pumbaa reveal Simba a gorgeous rift-jungle panorama: waterfalls, woods, distant mountains, lush lakes and rivers] Welcome to our humble home.
Young Simba: You live here?
Timon: Well, we live wherever we want.
Pumbaa: We do as we please.
Young Simba: It's beautiful!

Pumbaa: That's really nice, huh?
Timon: Everyone, this is Simba!
Guinea Fowl: That, my friend, is a lion!
Bush Baby: What 'bout food? Have you thought 'bout feeding that thing?
Young Simba: Yeah, I'm starved. I could eat a whole zebra.
Timon: [under his

breath] Oh, here we go.
[to Simba]
Timon: Uh, no-no-no, kid. Uh, we're fresh out of zebra.
Young Simba: Any antelope?
Impala: Uh-oh.
Timon: No, listen, kid. If you want to live with us, you have to eat like us.
Guinea Fowl: And most importantly: not eat us

Timon: This looks like a good spot to rustle up some grub.
[Stopping in front of a log, Pumbaa forces it up with his snout, revealing many insects]
Young Simba: [disgusted] Ewww. What's that?
Elephant Shrew: This one's got the nuttiness.
Timon: Mmmm... now that's what I call slimy.

Pumbaa: [slurps up dozen of the bugs] Slimy, yet satisfying.
Timon: Mmmm! Extra crunchy.
Pumbaa: They're local.
Timon: Oh, are they?
Pumbaa: They're from right there.
Timon: I'm tellin' ya, kid, this is the great life. No rules. No responsibilities.

[notices a nearby caterpillar]
Timon: Oooh! The little cream-filled kind! I love it!
Pumbaa: Those are good. Those are the best.
Timon: [offers the caterpillar to Simba] Well, kid?
Young Simba: Oh, well. Hakuna Matata.
[gulps up the caterpillar, then swallows it indisposed, he yet looks more

cheerful]
Young Simba: Slimy, yet satisfying
Timon: [excited] That's it!

Skip Tyler: [Looking at photos of Red October which show the doors in the front and back of the sub] I'll be... This might be a caterpillar.
Jack Ryan: A what?
Skip Tyler: A caterpillar drive. Magneto hydrodynamic propulsion. You follow?
Jack Ryan: No.
Skip Tyler: It's like... a jet

engine for the water. Goes in the front, gets squirted out the back. Only it has no moving parts so it's very, very quiet.
Jack Ryan: Like how quiet.
Skip Tyler: Doubt our sonar would even pick it up. If it did, it would sound like... whales humping or some kind of seismic anomaly. Anything but a submarine. We messed with this a few years ago.

Couldn't make it work. This... this isn't a mockup.
Jack Ryan: She was put to sea this morning.
Skip Tyler: When I was twelve, I helped my daddy build a bomb shelter in our basement because some fool parked a dozen warheads 90 miles off the coast of Florida. Well, this thing could park a couple of hundred warheads off Washington and New York and no

one would know anything about it till it was all over.

[the Caterpillar has called a very frustrated Alice back so he can finish the conversation]
Alice: Well?
Caterpillar: Keep your temper.
Alice: Is that all?
Caterpillar: No. "Exaketededly" what is your problem?
Alice: Well its exak... exact... Its precisely this. I should like to

be a little larger, sir.
Caterpillar: Why?
Alice: Well, after all, three inches is such a wretched height, and...
Caterpillar: [suddenly angry] *I* am "exaketededly" three inches high, and it is a very good height, in-*deed*!
Alice: But I'm not used to it. And you needn't... *shout*!