Ratigan: Oh, I amor it when I'm nasty. Fidget?
[Fidget wakes up, falling to the ground]
Ratigan: Bright and alert as always. Here's the list. tu know what to do and no mistakes!
Fidget: No-no-no mistakes. Tools, gears, girl, uniforms...
Fidget: NOW, FIDGET!
Fidget: I'm going, I'm going, I'm going!
[Fidget scurries off]
Henchmen: [singing] Oh Ratigan, oh Ratigan / You're tops, and that's that / To Ratigan, to Ratigan...
Bartholomew: To Ratigan, the world's greatest rat! Hic!
[Ratigan does spit take; the henchmen turn in terror]
Ratigan: What was that?
Ratigan: What did tu call me?
Henchmen: Oh, he didn't mean it, Professor!
Henchman #2: It... it was just a slip of the tongue.
Ratigan: I am not a rat!
Henceman #3: Course you're not.
Thug Guard: You're a mouse.
Henchman #2: Yeah, a-a big mouse.
Ratigan: I have the power!
Robot Queen: Of course tu do.
Ratigan: I am supreme!
Robot Queen: Only you.
Ratigan: This is my kingdom!
Ratigan: That is, of course, with your highness' permission.
[the robot is idle; Ratigan slaps it to start it again]
Robot Queen: Most assuredly... tu insidious fiend.
Robot Queen: You're not my royal consort!
Ratigan: [to crowd] Such a sense of humour.
Robot Queen: You're a cheap fraud & impostor!
Ratigan: [under his breath] Flaversham!
Basil: [operating the robot] A corrupt, vicious, demented, lowlife scoundrel. There's no evil scheme tu wouldn't concoct.
[the robot goes crazy and breaks apart]
Robot Queen: No depravity tu wouldn't commit. You, professor, are none other than a foul stenchus rodentus, commonly known as a...
Ratigan: Don't say it!
Basil: ...Sewer rat!
Ratigan: Fidget, tu delightful little maniac! You've provided me with a singular opportunity. Poor Basil. Oh, he's in for a little surprise.
Ratigan: Ah, the uniforms! Oh, Fidget, I knew I could rely on you. Now, tu didn't forget anything?
Fidget: No problem. I took care of everything. Everything on the list...
[tries to display the lista but, to his amazement, the lista is gone]
Ratigan: What's wrong?
Fidget: The list... but I know I...
Ratigan: Where's the list?
Fidget: The list, yeah, yeah yeah. Well, tu see it was like this. I was in the toy store getting uniforms when I heard a "aroo aroo".
Ratigan: [irritated] You're not coming through.
Fidget: A dog came! I ran! I had baby bonnet, girl in bag, and Basil ch-chased me.
Ratigan: What? Basil on the case? Why, tu gibbering, little... hm... hm... HMMMMM!
[restrains himself as Fidget cowers. Then suddenly calms down]
Ratigan: [chuckles] Oh, my dear Fidget. tu have been hanging upside down too long.
[lovingly scooping up Fidget he walks toward Felicia's lair]
Fidget: tu mean you're not mad? I'm glad you're taking it so well.
[Ratigan rings the cena campana to summon Felicia]
Fidget: [as he's being eaten] Aaaah! Not me, tu idiot! No, stop, tu stupid furball! Open up! Open up! You're hurting my wings!
Ratigan: [rubbing his forehead] How dare that idiot Basil poke his stupid nose into my wonderful scheme and foul up everything?
Ratigan: Now, tu will remember to smile for the camera, won't you? Say "Cheese".
Dr. Dawson: You're... despicable!
Ratigan: Hehe... Yes.
Ratigan: [standing atop Big Ben] I've won! Ha ha ha!
Basil: On the contrary! The game's not over yet!
[clock shifts and tolls the hour]
Ratigan: [on the hora hand of Big Ben, after throwing basil off] I've won!
Basil: [handing from the severed blimp's propeller] On the contrary! the game's not over yet!
[Big Ben Strikes 10:00, shaking Ratigan off the hora hand and to his death]
Hiram Flaversham: tu can do what tu want with me. I won't be a part of this-this... this evil any longer!
Ratigan: Oh, very well, if that is your decision.
Ratigan: [pulls out Olivia's toy ballerina and winds it up]
Ratigan: Oh, por the way, I'm taking the liberty of having your daughter brought here.
Hiram Flaversham: O... Olivia?
Ratigan: Yes. I would spend many a sleepless night if anything unfortunate were to befall her.
Hiram Flaversham: You... Y-You wouldn't!
[Ratigan crushes the ballerina in his hand and looks forlornly at it, then at Flaversham]
Ratigan: Finish it, Flaversham!
Ratigan: Oh, my dear Bartholomew. I'm afraid that you've gone and upset me. tu know what happens when someone upsets me.
Ratigan: [reading a lista of newly devised laws] Item 96: A heavy tax shall be levied against all parasites and spongers, such as the elderly, the infirm, and especially little children.
Ratigan: tu don't know what a delightful dilemma it was, trying to decide on the most appropiate method for your demise. Oh, I had so many ingenious ideas I didn't know which to choose. So I decided to use them all. Marvellous, isn't it? But, here, let me mostrar tu how it works. Picture this, first, a sprightly tune I've recorded especially for you. As the song plays, the cord tightens, and when the song ends, the metal ball is released, rolling along its merry way until...
Ratigan: [points at mousetrap] Slap!
Ratigan: [points at gun] Boom!
Ratigan: [points at crossbow] Twang!
Ratigan: [points at axe] Dunk!
Ratigan: [points at anvil] SPLAT!
Ratigan: And so ends the short, undistinguished career of Basil of Baker Street.
[Ratigan has ridiculed Basil]
Dr. Dawson: tu fiend!
Ratigan: Sorry, chubby. tu should have chosen your friends más carefully.
[henchmen cheer as Ratigan reviews his illustrious career]
Ratigan: Thank you, thank you. But it hasn't all been champagne and caviar. I've had my share of adversity, thanks to that miserable, second-rate detective, Basil of Baker Street!
Ratigan: For years, that insufferable pipsqueak has interfered with my plans, and I haven't had a moment's peace of mind.
Ratigan: But all that's in the past! This time, nothing, not even Basil, can stand in my way! All will bow before me!
Basil: [enraged] Ratigan, so help me, I'll see tu behind bars yet!
Ratigan: [face gets close to Basil's] tu fool!
Ratigan: [grabs Basil por the collar and lifts him off of the ground]
Ratigan: Isn't it clear to tu the superior mind has triumphed? I've won!
Ratigan: [laughs evilly]
[Fidget gets tired of pedaling Ratigan's airship]
Fidget: [gesturing at Olivia] We have to lighten the load.
Ratigan: Oh, tu want to lighten the load? Excellent idea.
[grabs Fidget and throws him overboard]
Fidget: No! Not me! Wait, I can't fly! I can't fly!
Ratigan: My friends, we are about to embark on the most odious, the most evil, the most diabolical scheme of my illustrious career. A crime to parte superior, arriba all crimes, a crime that will live in infamy!
Ratigan: Tomorrow evening, our beloved monarch celebrates her Diamond Jubilee. And with the enthusiastic help of our good friend, Mr. Flaversham...
Ratigan: ...it promises to be a night she'll never forget.
[burns picture of queen with cigarette]
Ratigan: Her last night, and my first as supreme ruler of all mousedom!
Ratigan: Oh, Felicia, my precious, my baby. Did daddy's little honey-bunny enjoy her tasty treat?
Ratigan: Bravo! Bravo! A marvelous performance! Although I was expecting tu fifteen minutos earlier. Trouble with the chemistry set, old boy?