Robin Hood (1973)

Andy Devine: Friar Tuck - A Badger

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Quotes 

• 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!

• Little John : [as Robin hums dreamily]  Hey, lover boy. How's that grub comin'? Man, I'm starved.

  [Robin continues humming] 

  Little John : Rob? Robin? Ro-BEAR? Hey!

  Robin Hood : Hmm? What? What do you say?

  Little John : Aw, forget it. Your mind's not on food. You're thinkin' about somebody with long eyelashes, and you're smellin' that sweet perfume.

  [sniffs smoke and starts coughing] 

  Robin Hood : Hey, whoa, it's boiling over!

  Little John : You're burning the chow!

  [takes the pot off the fire and fans it] 

  Robin Hood : Sorry, Johnny. Guess I was thinking about Maid Marian again. I can't help it. I love her, Johnny.

  Little John : Look, why don't you stop moonin' and mopin' around? - Just - Just marry the girl.

  Robin Hood : Marry her? You don't just walk up to a girl, hand her a bouquet and say, "Hey, remember me? We were kids together. Will you marry me?" No. It just isn't done that way.

  Little John : Aw, come on, Robbie. Climb the castle walls. Sweep her off her feet. Carry her off in style.

  Robin Hood : It's no use, Johnny. I've thought it all out, and... it just wouldn't work. Besides, what have I got to offer her?

  Little John : Well, for one thing, you can't cook.

  Robin Hood : I'm serious, Johnny. She's a highborn lady of quality.

  Little John : So she's got class? So what?

  Robin Hood : I'm an outlaw, that's what. That's no life for a lovely lady. Always on the run. What kind of a future is that?

  Friar Tuck : Oh, for heaven's sake, son. You're no outlaw. Why, someday you'll be called a great hero.

  Robin Hood : A hero? Do you hear that, Johnny? We've just been pardoned.

  Little John : That's a gas. We ain't even been arrested yet.

• Friar Tuck : All right, laugh, you two rogues, but there's gonna be a big to-do in Nottingham.

  [tastes the stew and coughs] 

  Friar Tuck : Well done, ain't it? Old Prince John's having a championship archery tournament tomorrow.

  Little John : Archery tournament? Huh! Old Rob could win that standing on his head. Huh, Rob?

  Robin Hood : Thank you, Little John, but I'm sure we're not invited.

  Friar Tuck : No, but there's somebody who will be very disappointed if you don't come.

  Little John : Yeah, ol' Bushel Britches, the Honorable Sheriff of Nottingham.

  Friar Tuck : No, Maid Marian.

  Robin Hood : Maid Marian?

  Friar Tuck : Yeah. She's gonna give a kiss to the winner.

  [laughs] 

  Robin Hood : A kiss to the winner? Oodelaly! Come on, Johnny! What are we waiting for?

  Friar Tuck : Wait a minute, Rob. Hold it. That place will be crawling with soldiers.

  Robin Hood : Ah, but remember, faint hearts never won fair lady. Fear not, my friends.

  [he shoots an arrow, it ricochets off a washing tub; Robin then throws his hat in the air, where it is run through by the arrow and lands back on his head] 

  Robin Hood : This will be my greatest performance.

• Little John : [singing]  All the world will sing of an English king a thousand years from now / And not because he's passed some law or had that lofty brow / While bonnie good King Richard leads the Great Crusade he's on / We'll all have to slave away for good for nothing, John / Incredible as he is inept / Whenever the history books are kept, they'll call him the Phony King of England.

  Friar Tuck : [singing]  A pox on the Phony King of England.

• Friar Tuck : Little John? It can't be.

  Little John : [unchains Friar Tuck]  Shh. Quiet, we're busting out here.

  Friar Tuck : Thank God. My prayers have been answered.

• Mother Church Mouse : Friar Tuck, we've saved this. It's not much, but please take it for the poor.

  Friar Tuck : Your last farthing? Oh, Little Sister, no one can give more than that!

  [deposits farthing into the poor box] 

  Friar Tuck : Bless you both!

  Father Saxton : Oh, we were just saving it for a rainy day.

  Friar Tuck : Well, it's raining now! Things can't get worse!

• Friar Tuck : Praise the Lord, and pass the tax rebate!

• Sheriff of Nottingham : It smarts, don't it, Otto? But Prince John says that taxes should hurt.

  Friar Tuck : [shouts]  Now, see here, you evil, flint-hearted leech-!

  Sheriff of Nottingham : Now, now, now, now! Save your sermon, preacher. It ain't Sunday, you know.

• Robin Hood : That's all of them. Get going!

  Little John : This ain't no hayride. Let's move it outta here. Ho!

  Friar Tuck : On to Sherwood Forest!

• Sheriff of Nottingham : 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?