Fantastic Mr. Fox (2009)

Michael Gambon: Franklin Bean

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Quotes 

• [Mr. Fox prepares for the final showdown with the farmers] 

  Mr. Fox : Your tractors uprooted my tree. Your posse hunted my family. Your gunmen kidnapped my nephew. Your rat insulted my wife - and you shot off my tail. I'm not leaving here without that necktie.

  Franklin Bean : Kill him!

  [the Fox family ducks under a hail of gunfire. Pause while the farmers all reload] 

  Mr. Fox : Actually, we should just go. Where'd I park?

• Petey : [singing around a campfire with his banjo]  'Bout a handsome little fox let me sing you folks a yarn. / Hey, diddle-dee daddle-da doddle-do doodle-dum! / 'Twas a splendid little feller full of wit 'n' grace 'n' charm. / Say, zippy-zee zappa-za yappy-yo doodle-dum! / Well, like any little critter needin' vittels for his littl'uns, / Well, he stole, and he cheated, and he lied just to survive. / With a doodle-dum diddle-die doddle-diddle doodle-dum!

  Other singers : Doodle-dum diddle-die doddle-diddle doodle-dum!

  Petey : Zippy-zo zippy-zay zippy-zappy zoopy-zee!

  Other singers : Zippy-zo zippy-zay zippy-zappy zoopy-zee!

  Petey : Doo-dah doo-day day...

  Petey : Let me take a little tick now to color in the scene: / 'Cross the valley lived three yokels name of Boggis, Bunce, and Bean. / Now these three crazy jackies had our hero on the run. / Shot the tail off the cuss with a fox-shootin' gun. / But that stylish little fox was as clever as a whip / Dug as quick as a gopher that was hyper-ack-a-tive.

  Other singers : Yeah!

  Petey : Now those three farmers sit 'twhere there's a hole 'twas once a hill. / Singin' diddle-dee daddle-da doddle-do doodle-dum! / And as far as I can reckon they're a-settin' up there still. Singin' zippy-zee zappa-za yappy-yo...

  Franklin Bean : [standing behind him]  What are you singing, Petey?

  Petey : Just... just making it up as I went- as I went along, really.

  Franklin Bean : That's just weak songwriting. You wrote a bad song, Petey!

• Franklin Bean : Any fox problems?

  Walter Boggis : Are you joking?

  Nathan Bunce : It's horrible!

  Walter Boggis : We're miserable!

  Nathan Bunce : He's laughing at us!

  Walter Boggis : It's humiliating!

  Nathan Bunce : We're furious!

  Walter Boggis : I don't even want to talk about it.

  Franklin Bean : [drinks a glass of cider]  Perhaps we ought to kill him.

  Walter Boggis : Well, that seems rather obvious.

  Nathan Bunce : He's too sneaky!

  Franklin Bean : Ah, yes. He's very clever, isn't he? Might be a bit difficult, I suppose.

  [shoots every light around in one fluid movement] 

  Franklin Bean : But I already figured out where this fox lives. So tomorrow night, we'll camp in the bushes, wait for him to come out of the hole in the tree, and shoot the cuss to smithereens. How does that grab you, fellas?

  Walter Boggis : Yeah, don't see why not.

• Franklin Bean : Boggis, how many men, did you got working on your farm?

  Walter Boggis : 35.

  Franklin Bean : Bunce.

  Nathan Bunce : 36.

  Franklin Bean : That... Carry the zero, divide by two... That's 108 all together.

  [picks up the pocket communicator] 

  Franklin Bean : Petey, drop everything and assemble all 108 members of our three combined work forces. We'll starve them out, then kill them. Starting in shall we say, 15 minutes?

• [after the shooting] 

  Franklin Bean : [into radio]  Petey? Sorry to wake you. Can I trouble you to dash out here right away with, shall we say, three shovels, two pickaxes, five hundred rounds of ammunition, and... a bottle of apple cider?

• Franklin Bean : They took everything? Let me call you back, Petey.

  [hangs up his telephone] 

  Walter Boggis : Well, they could be anywhere by now.

  Nathan Bunce : They're digging right under our feet.

  Walter Boggis : Well, in a sense, we've only made matters worse.

  Nathan Bunce : We should've stayed out of it.

  [In anger, Bean sweeps things off the table and throws it over, rips two yellow curtains, breaks boomboxes and smashes the chair. Bean pants and then marches to sweep books and a boombox from the shelf. He barsts outside and kicks the can, then throws the bike, then picks up the wrench and stops to see his alcoholic apple cider machine still functioning] 

  Franklin Bean : I've got an idea.