Charlotte's Web (1973)

Paul Lynde: Templeton

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Quotes 

• Templeton : [reading the clipping]  It says "Crunchy."

  Charlotte : No, that's wrong. It could start Zuckerman thinking about crunchy bacon.

  Wilbur : Ohhh!

  Charlotte : [sternly]  Wilbur, I forbid you to faint!

• Charlotte : [after Templeton ignored and distracted Charlotte's meeting, he continues to look for food as a cat approaches the fence]  Why don't you try over by the fence, Templeton?

  Templeton : Huh?

  Charlotte : [innocently]  Lurvy dropped half a sandwich from his lunch there.

  Templeton : Why, thank you, Charlotte!

  [goes over to the fence, the cat sees him and tries to pounce over the fence; he flees and the cat leaves] 

  Templeton : [calling]  That wasn't nice, Charlotte!

  Charlotte : Perhaps next time I call a meeting Templeton, you'll see fit to attend.

• [Templeton returns from a night of overeating] 

  Templeton : [hiccups]  I'm back.

  [Charlotte and Wilbur glare at him] 

  Templeton : What a night! Never have I seen such leavings! Everything well ripened, seasoned with the passage of time and the heat of the day... Oh, it was rich, my friends, riiiiiich!

  [hiccups] 

  Charlotte : You ought to be ashamed of yourself. It would serve you right if you had an acute attack of indigestion.

  [Templeton hiccups agains and pats his stomach] 

  Templeton : My stomach can handle anything.

  Wilbur : Templeton, if you weren't so dopey, you would have noticed that Charlotte's made an egg sac.

  [Templeton gazes toward the ceiling and sees Charlotte's egg sac] 

  Templeton : [hiccups]  Hooray for Charlotte.

  Wilbur : She's going to become a mother. For *your* information, there are 514 eggs in that peachy, little sac.

  Templeton : [sarcastically]  This *has* been a night.

  [Templeton crawls over to Wilbur's pen and hiccups again] 

• Templeton : What are you doing?

  Charlotte : Working.

  Templeton : Why so late?

  Charlotte : I'll be lucky if I'm finished by sunup. Go to sleep, Templeton.

  Templeton : Good night, Charlotte.

  Charlotte : Good night, Templeton.

• [when Templeton sees all the food on the ground at the fair] 

  Templeton : The goose was right, this fair is a rat's paradise! Bye-bye, my "humble" Wilbur. Fare thee well, Charlotte, you old schemer! This will be a night to remember!

• [after the goose's eggs have hatched] 

  Wilbur : Congratulations! How many are there?

  Goose : There are seven.

  Charlotte : Seven is a lucky number.

  Goose : Luck has nothing to do with it! It was good management and hard work!

  Templeton : [looking at a solitary unhatched egg]  Why didn't, uh, this one hatch?

  Goose : [gloomily]  It's a dud, I guess.

  Templeton : What are you going to do with it?

  Goose : [sternly]  You can have it. Roll it away and add it to that nasty collection of yours! Be careful - a rotten egg can be a regular stink bomb!

  Templeton : [patting the egg]  I know what I'm doing. I handle stuff like this all the time.

  [Templeton rolls the egg away and buries it in his hole] 

• Fern Arable : [Templeton's rotten egg has been squashed under Wilbur's trough]  What did you DO, Avery? Ewwww!

  Avery Arable : [running away]  Good night! What a STINK!

  Templeton : [Templeton emerges from his burrow sniffing the air and reacts with disgust when he sees the source. He walks over towards Charlotte]  It's a good thing for you I saved that egg, Charlotte.

  Charlotte : It certainly is, and I'm grateful to you, Templeton.