The Secret of NIMH (1982)
Jodi Hicks: Cynthia
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Quotes
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Cynthia : Oh, the poor turkey fell down.
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Jeremy : Miss Bris. Oh, Bris. Where are you?
Mrs. Brisby : Over here.
Jeremy : [Arrives with bag of string] Here it is. I brought the whole nest. There's plenty more where this came from, too. I've got connections. Hey, your house is moved. Oh, no! What am I gonna do with all this string?
Mrs. Brisby : You'll think of something.
Jeremy : [sigh] What's the use. What's a guy like me going to do with a love nest, anyway?
[as he starts to leave Jeremy is knocked over by another crow]
Jeremy : [groans] Excuse me, pardon me.
Miss Right : Excuse me, pardon me.
Cynthia : Look, mommy, another turkey.
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Martin : Well, I guess we better untie him.
Teresa : But, Martin.
Martin : Hey! Mom helped a crow in the field the day before yesterday.
Cynthia : He's trying to talk.
Teresa : He looks like a loony.
Martin : He even took her to see the... The Great Owl.
Teresa : So?
Martin : This could be the same crow.
Jeremy : That's me. I am the crow. Untie me quick. I can't stand it.
Teresa : What are you doing here?
Jeremy : It's a good question, but don't ask. The legs, the legs, the legs!
[Falls down]
Cynthia : Aw, the poor turkey fall down.
Jeremy : I'm not a turkey! Your mother...
Teresa : Where's our mother?
Jeremy : Hold it. No.
Martin : You big buzzard. Where's our mother? You better tell me or I'll...
Jeremy : You're tickling!
Martin : Or I'll tie you back up again.
Jeremy : The rosebush to see the rats.
Teresa : Did you take our mother to the rats?
Martin : I'm gonna go look for her.
Jeremy : No, no, listen. Hold it. Wait a minute. The rats, they're friendly. Good. Tonight, stay. They're coming here to move your house where it's safe. Understand? Stay. The Owl said they're good and smart. Get it?
Martin : You're right. He's a loony.
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Cynthia : Is Timmy gonna die?
Mrs. Brisby : No, sweetheart. He's just very sick.
Teresa : What's the matter with him, Mother?
Mrs. Brisby : Mr. Ages called it pneumonia.
Teresa : Pneumonia.
Cynthia : When will he get better?
Mrs. Brisby : Soon, I hope.