Tanya Mousekewitz: Papa, they're throwing vegetables at me again.
Papa Mousekiwitz: Keep singing and they might throw some fruit for dessert.
Tanya Mousekewitz: Look Mama, a singer... and an actor.
Mama Mousekewitz: Tanya, stop that! You shouldn't stare at people less fortunate than yourself.
Fievel: Have no fear. Filly the Kid is here.
Cat R. Waul: Let the saliva flow.
Wylie Burp: Let this sleepin' dog lie, son. Dog-gone it, I'm dog tired. I'm tired of leading the dog's life and fightin' likes cats and dogs against cats and dogs, a young pup's doggin' my trail tryin' to become top dog. I'm going to the dogs in a dog eat dog world, son. I... I'm so far over the hill... I'm on the bottom of the other side.
Wylie Burp: One man's sunset is another man's dawn.
Cat R. Waul: I have mentioned that I dislike being referred to as Pussy Poos.
Miss Kitty: Yeah? Well maybe I'm not so happy about being dumped in nature's ashtray 500 miles from a pastrami sandwich, either! Pussy Poos.
Tiger: Dogs. I hate those guys.
Papa Mousekiwitz: They call America the land of oppurtunity. Oppurtunity for what? For children to play in the filthy streets? To never see the sun shine? Fievel's birthday is coming! And we don't even have enough money for presents.
Fievel: Oh, Papa, I don't care.
Tanya Mousekewitz: I could always sing in front of the gift shop, and maybe they'll throw presents.
Papa Mousekiwitz: How sweetly blessed I am to have such fine children! Maybe things will get better.
Papa Mousekiwitz: I thought things would be better in America. In Russia, my violins were famous. At least we never went hungry.
Fievel: Maybe Tanya shouldn't sing again.
Tanya Mousekewitz: Very funny.
Fievel: Are we out west yet?
Mama Mousekewitz: West Jersey, maybe.
Tiger: I think a little endive went down the wrong tube.
Cat R. Waul: Jolly, jolly good. Now for my part.
Cat R. Waul: What do we have here? It appears to be a young pioneer.
Cat R. Waul: Which would you rather have, the crouton or the entire caesar salad? Of course we're going to eat the mice, but only after we have exploited their labors. See, we are nice to the mice because it is intelligent to be so. If we act sweetly, they will come in droves. If we hiss, they will run and we will have to chase after them, an unnecessary expenditure of calories.
Tiger: Can't we get an espresso and talk this over, please?