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Robin Hood (1973)
Pat Buttram: Sheriff of Nottingham - A Wolf
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Quotes
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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!
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Robin Hood : [in disguise] I'm gonna win that Golden Arrow, and then I'm goin' to present meself to Maid Marian.
Sheriff of Nottingham : Listen, Scissorbill. If you shoot half as well as you blabbermouth, you're better than Robin Hood.
Robin Hood : Robin Hood, he says? Wowee! I'm tip-top, alright, but I'm not as good as he is.
[Shoots a perfect bullseye]
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Nutsy : [shouting] One o'clock and all's well!
Sheriff of Nottingham : [clock chimes three times] Nutsy, you better set your brain ahead two hours.
Nutsy : Right. Hey, Sheriff, does that there mean adding or subtracting?
Sheriff of Nottingham : Oh, just forget everything.
Nutsy : Yes sir, yes sir.
Sheriff of Nottingham : Nutsy, how am I supposed to sleep with you yelling "all's well" all the time?
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[the Sheriff of Nottingham enters the castle singing]
Sheriff of Nottingham : He throws an angry tantrum if he cannot have his way / He calls for Mom and sucks his thumb and doesn't want to play / Too late to be known as John the First, he's sure to be known as John the Worst!
[to Sir Hiss]
Sheriff of Nottingham : [speaking] Am I right?
Hiss : [chuckles] That's P.J. to a "T". Let me try, let me try.
[lowers his voice]
Hiss : [singing] Too late to be known as John the First, he's sure to be known as John the Worst!
[sees an angry Prince John peeking behind a door, with a glass jug of wine in his hand, shrivels]
Hiss : The Fabulous, Marvelous, Merciful, Chivalrous.
Sheriff of Nottingham : Oh, you've got it all wrong, Hiss. The Sniveling, Groveling, Measly, Weaseling.
Prince John : [shouts] Enough!
[throws the glass jug at the sheriff, but it hits the wall and the wine rains down on him]
Sheriff of Nottingham : But, but Sire, it's a big hit. The whole village is singing it.
Prince John : Oh, they are, are they? Well, they'll be singing a different tune. Double the taxes! Triple the taxes!
[grabs Sir Hiss by the neck]
Prince John : Squeeze every last drop out of those insolent musical peasants.
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[the Sheriff and the vultures are building a scaffold to hang Friar Tuck]
Sheriff of Nottingham : Well, Trigger. Everything's rigged up and all set.
Trigger : Yep, it's one of the prettiest scaffolds you ever built, Sheriff.
Nutsy : Sheriff, don't you reckon you should give that trap door a test?
[pulls a lever and opens the trap door, allowing the Sheriff to fall in]
Sheriff of Nottingham : Criminently, now I know why your mama called you "Nutsy".
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Prince John : Stop! Executioner, stop! Hold your axe!
Little John : [threatening him with a dagger] Okay, big shot, now tell him to untie my buddy, or I'll.
Prince John : Sheriff, release my buddy! I mean, release the prisoner!
Sheriff of Nottingham : Untie the prisoner?
Clucky : You heard what he said, bushel britches!
Prince John : Sheriff, I make the rules! And since I'm head man.
[to Little John]
Prince John : Not so hard, you mean thing.
[back to the Sheriff]
Prince John : Let him go, for heaven sakes! Let him go!
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Sheriff of Nottingham : Criminently, Trigger! Point that peashooter the other way.
Trigger : Don't you worry none, Sheriff. The safety's on Old Betsy.
[Old Betsy goes off]
Sheriff of Nottingham : What in tarnation you tryin' to do, you birdbrain?
Trigger : Just doin' my duty, Sheriff.
Sheriff of Nottingham : Oh, you and that itchy trigger finger of yours.
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Sheriff of Nottingham : Wait a minute. Is the safety on Old Betsy?
Trigger : [tapping the side of the crossbow] You bet it is, Sheriff.
Sheriff of Nottingham : That's what I'm afraid of. You go first.
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Sheriff of Nottingham : [Little John is secretly holding a dagger on Prince John and demanding Robin Hood's release] There's something funny going on around here.
Little John : [whispering] Now, P.J. tell my pal to kiss Maid Marian, or I've just found a new pincushion.
[the Sheriff goes behind the throne and sees Little John]
Sheriff of Nottingham : Why, you!
[tries to hit Little John with his sword, but misses. Little John lets go of Prince John and hits the Sheriff back]
Prince John : [shouts] Kill him! Don't stand there, kill him!
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Sheriff of Nottingham : Well, lookie there.
[chuckles]
Sheriff of Nottingham : Friar Tuck, the old do-gooder. He's out doin' good again.
[Sheriff of Notthingham go on to Friar Tuck]
Otto : [Friar Tuck enter the Otto's house] Well, good mornin', Friar Tuck.
Friar Tuck : Shh, Otto. Shh! For you, Otto, from Robin Hood.
[Chuckling]
Otto : Oh, God bless Robin Hood.
[Sheriff of Notthingham knock the door]
Friar Tuck : [Friar Tuck whispers] It's the Sheriff! Hurry, hide it! Quick!
Sheriff of Nottingham : [coins jangle] Here I come. Ready or not.
Sheriff of Nottingham : [Sheriff of Notthingham open the door] 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? Come on, Otto. You'd better sit down and rest.
Otto : [coins jangling] Oh, thank you. Yes.
Sheriff of Nottingham : [to Otto as he's sitting down] Let me give you a hand with that leg.
[lifts up Otto's leg]
Sheriff of Nottingham : Upsadaisy.
[farthings fall out of Otto's cast into the sheriff's hand]
Sheriff of Nottingham : Bingo! Ah, what they won't think of next!
[Otto wails]
Sheriff of Nottingham : It smarts, don't it, Otto? But Prince John says that taxes should hurt.
Friar Tuck : [shouts] Now, see here you... You evil, flint-hearted leech!
Sheriff of Nottingham : Now, now, now, now! Save your sermon, preacher. It ain't Sunday, you know.
[chuckles]
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Sheriff of Nottingham : Howdy, Friar! Well, it looks like I dropped in just in time!
Father Saxton : What does that big-bellied bully want here?
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Sheriff of Nottingham : You're under arrest for high treason to the crown!