Winnie the Pooh: Could you ssspare a sssmall sssmackerel?
Gopher: Say, you ought to do sssomething about that ssspeech impediment, sssonny.
Winnie the Pooh: Christopher Robin, can you make a one-hero party into a two-hero party?
Christopher Robin: Of course we can, silly old bear.
Narrator: Winnie the Pooh lived in this enchanted forest under the name of Sanders, which means he had the name over the door in gold letters, and he lived under it.
Narrator: Well there goes Tigger. Always bouncing on his friends when they least expect him.
Gopher: That supercilious scoundrel confiscated my honey.
Winnie the Pooh: The only reason for being a bee is to make honey. And the only reason for making honey is so I can eat it.
Tigger: Say, who are you?
Narrator: I'm the narrator.
Tigger: Oh, well, please, for goodness' sakes, narrate me down from here.
Winnie the Pooh: Oh, stuff and fluff.
Piglet: I don't mind the leaves that are leaving, it's the leaves that are coming.
Christopher Robin: There now. Did I get your tail back on properly, Eeyore?
Eeyore: No matter. Most likely lose it again anyway.
Eeyore: W-O-L, that spells owl.
Owl: Bless my soul, so it does.
Tigger: I "recoggonize" you. You're the one that's stuffed with fluff.
Winnie the Pooh: Yeah. And you're sitting on it.
Tigger: Yeah. And it's comfy, too.
Piglet: Pooh, for a bear of very little brain, you sure are a smart one.
Winnie the Pooh: Thank you, Piglet.
Narrator: And so we come to the last chapter, in which Pooh and Christopher Robin go to the enchanted part of the forest, and we say goodbye.
Winnie the Pooh: Goodbye? Oh no, please. Can't we just go back to page one and start all over again?
Narrator: Sorry, Pooh, but all stories have an ending, you know.
Winnie the Pooh: Oh, bother.
Narrator: Yes, the time has come at last. Christopher Robin was heading off to school. No one else in the forest knew why or where he was going, just that it had something to do with twice-times, and how to make things called ABCs, and where a place called Brazil is.
Narrator: Now, the very blustery night turned into a very rainy night. And Pooh kept his lonely vigil, hour, after hour, after hour - until at last - Pooh fell fast asleep - and began to dream.
Tigger: T-I-double"guh"-errrrr, that spells Tigger.