Pat Buttram credited as playing...
Sheriff of Nottingham - A Wolf
- Friar Tuck: [the sheriff has just taken the last farthing out of the church's poor box] Now, just a minute, Sheriff! That's the poor box!
- Sheriff of Nottingham: It sure is, and I think I'll take it to poor Prince John. Every little bit helps.
- Mother Church Mouse: Ooh! You put that back!
- Sheriff of Nottingham: And the good Lord blesses you, little sister.
- Friar Tuck: [shouts furiously] You thieving scoundrel!
- Sheriff of Nottingham: Now, take it easy, Friar, I'm just doing my duty.
- Friar Tuck: Collecting taxes for that arrogant, greedy, ruthless, no-good Prince John?
- Sheriff of Nottingham: Listen, Friar, you're mighty preachy and you're gonna preach your neck right into a hangman's noose!
- Friar Tuck: [screams] Get out of my church! Out! Out! Out! Out!
- [pushes the Sheriff out into the rain]
- Friar Tuck: You want taxes? I'll give you taxes!
- [begins assaulting the Sheriff]
- Father Saxton: Give it to him! Give it to him! Give it to him, Friar!
- Robin Hood: [in disguise] I'm gonna win that Golden Arrow, and then I'm goin' to present meself to Maid Marian.
- Sheriff of Nottingham: Listen, Scissorbill. If you shoot half as well as you blabbermouth, you're better than Robin Hood.
- Robin Hood: Robin Hood, he says? Wowee! I'm tip-top, alright, but I'm not as good as he is.
- [Shoots a perfect bullseye]
- Nutsy: [shouting] One o'clock and all's well!
- Sheriff of Nottingham: [clock chimes three times] Nutsy, you better set your brain ahead two hours.
- Nutsy: Right. Hey, Sheriff, does that there mean adding or subtracting?
- Sheriff of Nottingham: Oh, just forget everything.
- Nutsy: Yes sir, yes sir.
- Sheriff of Nottingham: Nutsy, how am I supposed to sleep with you yelling "all's well" all the time?
- [the Sheriff of Nottingham enters the castle singing]
- Sheriff of Nottingham: He throws an angry tantrum if he cannot have his way / He calls for Mom and sucks his thumb and doesn't want to play / Too late to be known as John the First, he's sure to be known as John the Worst!
- [to Sir Hiss]
- Sheriff of Nottingham: [speaking] Am I right?
- Hiss: [chuckles] That's P.J. to a "T". Let me try, let me try.
- [lowers his voice]
- Hiss: [singing] Too late to be known as John the First, he's sure to be known as John the Worst!
- [sees an angry Prince John peeking behind a door, with a glass jug of wine in his hand, shrivels]
- Hiss: The Fabulous, Marvelous, Merciful, Chivalrous.
- Sheriff of Nottingham: Oh, you've got it all wrong, Hiss. The Sniveling, Groveling, Measly, Weaseling.
- Prince John: [shouts] Enough!
- [throws the glass jug at the sheriff, but it hits the wall and the wine rains down on him]
- Sheriff of Nottingham: But, but Sire, it's a big hit. The whole village is singing it.
- Prince John: Oh, they are, are they? Well, they'll be singing a different tune. Double the taxes! Triple the taxes!
- [grabs Sir Hiss by the neck]
- Prince John: Squeeze every last drop out of those insolent musical peasants.
- [the Sheriff and the vultures are building a scaffold to hang Friar Tuck]
- Sheriff of Nottingham: Well, Trigger. Everything's rigged up and all set.
- Trigger: Yep, it's one of the prettiest scaffolds you ever built, Sheriff.
- Nutsy: Sheriff, don't you reckon you should give that trap door a test?
- [pulls a lever and opens the trap door, allowing the Sheriff to fall in]
- Sheriff of Nottingham: Criminently, now I know why your mama called you "Nutsy".
- Prince John: Stop! Executioner, stop! Hold your axe!
- Little John: [threatening him with a dagger] Okay, big shot, now tell him to untie my buddy, or I'll.
- Prince John: Sheriff, release my buddy! I mean, release the prisoner!
- Sheriff of Nottingham: Untie the prisoner?
- Clucky: You heard what he said, bushel britches!
- Prince John: Sheriff, I make the rules! And since I'm head man.
- [to Little John]
- Prince John: Not so hard, you mean thing.
- [back to the Sheriff]
- Prince John: Let him go, for heaven sakes! Let him go!
- Sheriff of Nottingham: Wait a minute. Is the safety on Old Betsy?
- Trigger: [tapping the side of the crossbow] You bet it is, Sheriff.
- Sheriff of Nottingham: That's what I'm afraid of. You go first.
- Sheriff of Nottingham: Criminently, Trigger! Point that peashooter the other way.
- Trigger: Don't you worry none, Sheriff. The safety's on Old Betsy.
- [Old Betsy goes off]
- Sheriff of Nottingham: What in tarnation you tryin' to do, you birdbrain?
- Trigger: Just doin' my duty, Sheriff.
- Sheriff of Nottingham: Oh, you and that itchy trigger finger of yours.
- Sheriff of Nottingham: Well, lookie there.
- [chuckles]
- Sheriff of Nottingham: Friar Tuck, the old do-gooder. He's out doin' good again.
- [Sheriff of Notthingham go on to Friar Tuck]
- Otto: [Friar Tuck enter the Otto's house] Well, good mornin', Friar Tuck.
- Friar Tuck: Shh, Otto. Shh! For you, Otto, from Robin Hood.
- [Chuckling]
- Otto: Oh, God bless Robin Hood.
- [Sheriff of Notthingham knock the door]
- Friar Tuck: [Friar Tuck whispers] It's the Sheriff! Hurry, hide it! Quick!
- Sheriff of Nottingham: [coins jangle] Here I come. Ready or not.
- Sheriff of Nottingham: [Sheriff of Notthingham open the door] Well, greetings from your friendly neighborhood tax collector.
- Otto: Oh, take it easy on me, Sheriff. What with this busted leg and all, I'm way behind on my work, Sheriff.
- Sheriff of Nottingham: I know, Otto, but you're way behind on your taxes too.
- Friar Tuck: Oh, have a heart, Sheriff. Can't you see he's laid up? Come on, Otto. You'd better sit down and rest.
- Otto: [coins jangling] Oh, thank you. Yes.
- Sheriff of Nottingham: [to Otto as he's sitting down] Let me give you a hand with that leg.
- [lifts up Otto's leg]
- Sheriff of Nottingham: Upsadaisy.
- [farthings fall out of Otto's cast into the sheriff's hand]
- Sheriff of Nottingham: Bingo! Ah, what they won't think of next!
- [Otto wails]
- Sheriff of Nottingham: It smarts, don't it, Otto? But Prince John says that taxes should hurt.
- Friar Tuck: [shouts] Now, see here you... You evil, flint-hearted leech!
- Sheriff of Nottingham: Now, now, now, now! Save your sermon, preacher. It ain't Sunday, you know.
- [chuckles]
- Sheriff of Nottingham: [Little John is secretly holding a dagger on Prince John and demanding Robin Hood's release] There's something funny going on around here.
- Little John: [whispering] Now, P.J. tell my pal to kiss Maid Marian, or I've just found a new pincushion.
- [the Sheriff goes behind the throne and sees Little John]
- Sheriff of Nottingham: Why, you!
- [tries to hit Little John with his sword, but misses. Little John lets go of Prince John and hits the Sheriff back]
- Prince John: [shouts] Kill him! Don't stand there, kill him!
- Sheriff of Nottingham: Howdy, Friar! Well, it looks like I dropped in just in time!
- Father Saxton: What does that big-bellied bully want here?