The Wind in the Willows (III) (1983 TV Movie)

Eddie Bracken: Moley

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• Moley : [as Ratty starts digging snow away to reveal Badger's doorscraper]  Wha - what're you doin'? My leg *hurts*!

  Ratty : [stops digging when he sees half the doorscraper]  Oh, ha-ha! Bravo!

  [starts dancing triumphantly] 

  Ratty : Aha - bra - vo, I found whatcha tripped over!

  Moley : *What*? Ho - how?

  Ratty : [digging more snow to reveal the other half of the doorscraper]  Look, see? It's a doorscraper.

  Moley : A what?

  Ratty : Used to scrape mud off the boots.

• Moley : Ah dear, ther-there's no bread. An-and no butter!

  Mr. Toad : No bread? But I distinctly recall purchasing several crisp baguettes this morning, along with some marvelous French "beurre", butter to you.

  Ratty : [going inside the wagon]  Wouldn't it be in there, right next to the pate de foie gras?

• Ratty : [rummaging through the wagon for pate de foie gras]  Not only is there not any pate de foie gras, there's no champagne!

  [peering out the wagon door towards Toad, calls to him accusingly] 

  Ratty : [scoffs]  *You* have forgotten everything!

  Mr. Toad : Oh, surely there's *something*.

  Moley : There's *nothing*!

  Ratty : It would be easier to say what we *don't* have.

• Moley : [after Ratty dances next to Badger's doorscraper a second time]  How dare you dance a jig around a doorscraper while my leg is throbbing?

  Ratty : [impatiently but stiffly]  But don't you see what that means, you dull-witted animal?

• Moley : [during Toad's victory banquet]  He kept his word.

  Ratty : Quiet as a possum.

  Moley : Modest as a mouse.

  Badger : Too good to be true. I don't trust the little bounder.

• Moley : Ratty... Ratty?

  Ratty : [yawning twice]  It's time for a nap.

  Moley : [stutters as Ratty yawns twice again]  But I uh, uh, uh, before you slip off, uh-uh... uh, Ratty?

  Ratty : [mildly annoyed]  Huh? What is it?

  Moley : Couldn't we invite Badger over? I-I haven't met him yet.

  Ratty : I've told you a thousand times...

  [yawns] 

  Ratty : he'd never come.

  Moley : Oh uh, Ratty, Ratty?

  Ratty : [more annoyed than before]  Uh... wha--*what*?

  Moley : But suppose we call on *him*?

  Ratty : *Nooooo*! He hates company, society invitations, all that sort of...

  [yawns briefly, as he curls into a fetal position] 

  Ratty : thing.

  Moley : Well, we could chance it.

  [clearing his throat] 

  Moley : All he could do is turn us out.

  Ratty : [irritated as he rises to ultimately warn Moley in an arm-flailing manner]  He lives in the middle Wild Wood, and nobody would *dare* the Terror of the Wild Wood at this time of year.

  Moley : [trying to retreat back]  But, but uh...

  Ratty : It's a long way, and *much* too dangerous!

• Ratty : Help me right the boat, then we'll both row down to Toad Hall, and I'm going to give him what for.

  Moley : Together?

  Ratty : Of course.

  Moley : After all these years alone in the hole, I would thoroughly enjoy doing something - together.

• Ratty : [glancing toward Badger's doormat]  Look. A doormat.

  Moley : So - can we eat a doormat, or can we sleep under a doormat, or ride home in the snow on it, you exasperating rodent?

  Ratty : [sneeringly]  Doesn't it tell you anything?

  Moley : Whoever heard of a doormat telling - ?

  Ratty : Not another word, you thick-headed beast. Dig.

  [he and Moley dig snow around Badger's home till it all collapses to reveal his home] 

• Moley : [observing Toad's confrontation with Badger]  Toad's skin is hanging like an old leather bag. His legs are wobbling. He's down on his knees. He's crying. His cheeks are furrowed with tears. He's re-penting!

• Moley : [riding in Ratty's boat for the first time]  So uh, this is a river?

  Ratty : *The* river. It's my world, and I don't know any other.

• Ratty : [with a dreamy look on his face at first, then looking up briefly]  The song has died away into reed-talk.

  Moley : But what do the words mean?

  Ratty : Ah, that I don't know. I really passed them onto you the way they reached me.

• Badger : Well now, what's the news on the riverbank? How's old Toad getting on?

  Ratty : From bad to worse.

  Moley : With all of his contraptions, you know.

  Badger : *All*? How many has he *had*?

  Moley : He smashed up six, then - then there was that stone wall, and then...

• Badger : [singing]  I hate company. If you're company, I'll hate you with the rest.

  Moley , Ratty : [singing]  He hates company.

  Badger : I hate company.

  Moley , Ratty : Don't invite him, he's a certifiable pest.

  Badger : I hate company!

  Moley , Ratty : He hates company.

  Badger : Being alone is best.

• Ratty : The snow's changed everything!

  [scoffs] 

  Ratty : I don't recognize a thing.

  Moley : [shivering]  Well... actually, it - it's a bit late to call on Badger. And Rat, we'd better head back home.

  Ratty : And what makes you think that we can *find* our way home?

  [scoffs again] 

  Ratty : We're lost, my friend! Lost...!

  [echos] 

• Ratty : [his boat perched atop a tree]  You ought to be arrested, Toad!

  Moley : [after coming out from his hole, he ducks back inside, blinded by the day light]  Oh... oh, my eyes.

  Ratty : What's wrong down there?

  Moley : It's - it's the day light. I've never seen it before.

  Ratty : Never?

  [he and his boat fall from the tree when a green bird takes flight from it; he and his boat crash next to Moley's hole] 

  Ratty : Ahh, ooh, unh!

• Moley : [covering himself with leaves while escaping from the ghosts of Wild Wood creatures]  Now I know what Ratty meant by the Terror of the Wild Wood.

• Moley : [as he and Ratty slide down what turns out to be Badger's roof, he trips what later appears to be his doorscraper]  Ow! Oh, my le - g!

  Ratty : [hearing Moley's cry for help, he stops sliding and climbs back up to Moley to investigate his leg]  Let me look at that. Your cut... it looks as if... that was made by the edge of something metal.

  Moley : Well, never mind what's done it; it hurts just the same, whatever's done it.

• Badger : [to the weasels, who are mopping the banquet hall to prepare for Toad's victory banquet]  And make sure you get it spotless; everything must be just so for Toad's victory banquet.

  Mr. Toad : But why must I have a banquet?

  Badger : It's expected of you; it's the rule!

  Mr. Toad : It's short-noticed. But I can whip up an interesting program, I'm sure.

  [chuckles briefly] 

  Mr. Toad : I could give several speeches, of course.

  Moley : [as he and Badger shake their heads]  No.

  Mr. Toad : An address on our prison system?

  [Ratty shakes his head] 

  Mr. Toad : A lecture on the techniques of escaping?

  Badger : No speeches.

  Mr. Toad : Just one little speech?

  Ratty : *No*! Your speeches are all conceit and *boasting*, and...

  Badger : And gas.

  Mr. Toad : Oh, I know then, a short song.

  [Badger, Ratty, and Moley shake their heads in unison] 

  Mr. Toad : Ah, very well. In sport, I - I will be a very different toad. But oh dear, oh dear, oh dear, oh, this is a haaaard world...

• Badger : We're attacking Toad Hall tonight.

  Mr. Toad : Right! Oh! Oh, with armies, and navies, and...

  Badger : No, no, no, just *ourselves*.

  Mr. Toad : [sadly]  A bit of a comedown on that. Hmm. We'll never get past the sentries.

  Ratty : We are *not* going PAST them! We are going unnnnnder them.

  Moley : Gonna use the secret tunnel to Toad Hall.

  Mr. Toad : Splendid idea!

• Ratty : [about Toad]  He'll end up killed or bankrupt. We're his friends. Shouldn't we do something?

  Badger : [yawning]  Of course. I can't do anything now. It's winter.

  [yawns] 

  Moley : Dozing? Badger, too?

  Ratty : [almost whispering]  No animal is ever expected to do anything strenuous, heroic, or even moderately active during winter.

  Badger : When winter's over, we'll take Toad seriously into hand. We'll stand no nonsense. We'll bring him back to his senses even if force is needed. We'll make him a sensible Toad. But now...

  [yawns] 

  Badger : It's time for bed.

  Ratty : Yes... we've got a long journey home tomorrow.

  Moley : Not the Wild Wood again.

• Moley : Oh, but what's, what's that you're in?

  Ratty : [under his boat]  A boat.

  Moley : I've never seen one before; what do you do in it?

  Ratty : It's for messing around in. I was going on a picnic.

  Moley : What's a picnic?

  Ratty : You don't know much about anything, do you?

  Moley : Well, I've spent my whole life underground--till now.

  Ratty : Underground... but why?

  Moley : Underground is the way we moles go about doing things. So... this is *upon* the ground. Pretty.

  Ratty : [peering from under the boat]  Say... we could share the picnic if you'll help me carry the boat back to the river.

  Moley : Oh... glad to.