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Stop eating your popcorn and be quiet!
-Witchipoo Now don't go away, or I'll zap you all into little frogs!
-Witchipoo If I could, I would be a balloon that a little kid let go.
-Jimmy Enough of this twiddle-twaddle!
-Mrs. Fleck I've never heard of a flute talking!
-Jimmy You were wrong about flutes. We can be lonesome too. Will you be my friend?
-Freddie I've found a friend in you, one that surely will endure.
-Jimmy Freddie, that boat spoke to us!
-Jimmy It beats the knickers off band practice!
-Jimmy It looks like a broom... and someone's on it!
-Jimmy That golden, gorgeous flute will make me the talk of all of witchdom!
-Witchipoo Gee, wilikers! A solid gold, talking flute with a diamond skin condition!
-Pufnstuf So they wanna fight dirty, aye? Well, I'll show them!
-Witchipoo Everything around here talks. That's why we call this Living Island.
-Pufnstuf I'm gonna get that flute or my name isn't Willamina W. Witchipoo!
-Witchipoo That's why I'm the glorious queen and you're the dumb-dumb spider.
-Witchipoo I'm Betsy Bugaloo. I'm from the Bugaloo Dance Studios.
-Witchipoo Come on, twinkletoes, light my fire!
-Witchipoo Why is she dancing outside? There's plenty of room in here.
-Pufnstuf The witch? Who do you think I am, Little Orphan Annie?
-Witchipoo Freddie's so tiny, he can't stand much torture!
-Jimmy Hi, Poo, what's new?
-Witch Hazel Honey, you couldn't stop the show with power brakes!
-Witch Hazel The castle's on fire, and I ought to know, I'm the fire chief!
-Pufnstuf Scram, or I'll zap you all into centipedes with bad feet!
-Witchipoo Oh, why didn't I listen to mother and marry a nice, reliable werewolf?
-Witchipoo You're a dear little dragon, you're a personal pal.
-Jimmy My torture racks are jammed with good guys!
-Witchipoo Until then, keep rotten!
-Boss Witch They broke my Vroom Broom!
-Witchipoo Roses are red, violets are blue. Look who's here... Witchipoo!
-Witchipoo I've heard about the birds and the bees, but this is ridiculous!
-Witchipoo Stupid Bat, reporting for duty!
-Stupid Bat Shut up, down there, you pot-bellied iguana!
-Witchipoo That Pufnstuf, I ought to feed him to the sharks!
-Pufnstuf When you said you wanted me for dinner, you didn't say I was gonna be the dinner!
-Pufnstuf You can't cook me, I'm the mayor! I'm out of season. I'll give you heartburn!
-Pufnstuf Now you're finger-lickin' good!
-Witchipoo Mrs. Fleck: What's going on? What happened
Boy 1: It's Jimmy Mrs. Fleck! Jimmy did it!
Mrs. Fleck: It's you again isn't. You little trouble maker!
Jimmy: I'm really sorry Mrs. Fleck!
Boy 2: Look at my drum Mrs. Fleck. He broke my drum!
Boy 1: He kicked me!
Jimmy: I didn't kick him, he tripped me, honestly he did!
Boy 2: Iroli didn't do anything, Mrs. Fleck. Jimmy's the one.
Mrs. Fleck:You little bully, you. I'm expeling you from the band.
Jimmy: No, please don't drop me from the band Mrs. Fleck. My parents will really be upset!
Boy 1: It's no wonder you were kicked out of jolly old england!
Jimmy: I wasn't kicked out, my dad was transfored here by his buisness frim.
Mrs. Fleck: Enough with this twiddle twadle! Your holding us up! Go! Scat, Scat!
(after walking in the woods, Jimmy sits down by a tree talking to his flute)
Jimmy: You sure are a lucky fellow. No teachers to yell at you, no kids to make fun of the way you talk, and luckest of all you can't feel lonlieness. Well, I won't be needing you anymore now that I'm kicked out of the band.
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