Pinocchio Quotes

Geppetto: Now, I've got just the name for you: Pinocchio! Do you like it, Figaro?
[Figaro shakes his head]
Geppetto: No? You do, don't you, Cleo?
[Cleo shakes her head]
Geppetto: Well, we'll leave it to little wooden head. You like it?
[pulls on string to make Pinocchio's head nod "yes"]

Geppetto: Ha-ha, that settles it! Pinocchio it is!

Foulfellow: [Picks up Pinocchio's schoolbook and apple, which he eats] Well, well. Quite the scholar, I see. Look, Giddy. A man of letters. Here's your book
[hands book to Pinocchio]
Pinocchio: I'm going to school.
Foulfellow: School. Ah, yes. Then perhaps you haven't heard of the easy road to success.

Pinocchio: Uh-uh.
Foulfellow: No? I'm speaking, my boy, of the theater! Here's your apple.
[Hands Pinocchio the apple, eaten down to the core]
Foulfellow: Bright lights, music, applause! Fame!
[Wiggles eyebrows]
Pinocchio: Fame?
[Wiggles eyebrows too]
Foulfellow:

Yes! And with that personality, that profile, that physique... why, he's a natural-born actor, eh, Giddy?
Pinocchio: But I'm going...
Foulfellow: ...straight to the top! Why, I can see your name in lights, lights six feet high! Uh... what is your name?
Pinocchio: Pinocchio.
Foulfellow: Pinocchio!

P-I-N... er, U-O... Uh, er...
[chuckles]
Foulfellow: We're wasting precious time. Come. On to the theater!

Jiminy Cricket: Now, you see, the world is full of temptations.
Pinocchio: Temptations?
Jiminy Cricket: Yep, temptations. They're the wrong things that seem right at the time... but... uh... even though the right things may seem wrong sometimes, or sometimes the wrong things...
[chuckles]
Jiminy

Cricket: may be right at the wrong time, or visa versa.
Jiminy Cricket: [clears throat] Understand?
Pinocchio: [Shakes his head] Uh-uh. But I'm gonna do right.
Jiminy Cricket: Atta boy, Pinoke! And I'm gonna help ya.

Jiminy Cricket: All right, then, here's what we'll tell 'em. You can't go to the theater. Say thank you just the same - you're sorry, but you've got to go to school.
Pinocchio: Mmm-hmm.
Foulfellow: Pinocchio! Oh, Pinocchio! Woo-hoo!
Jiminy Cricket: Here they come, Pinoke. Now, you tell 'em.

Foulfellow: Woo hoo! Oh, little boy! Ah, there you are. Where were we? Ah, yes. On to the theater!
Pinocchio: Good-bye, Jiminy! Good-bye!
Jiminy Cricket: Good-bye? Huh? Good-bye?
[Sees Pinocchio going off with Foulfellow and Gideon]
Jiminy Cricket: Hey, Pinoke! You can't go...! There he goes. What'll I

do? I'll run and tell his father. No, that'd be snitching. I'll go after him myself.

The Blue Fairy: Would you like to be Pinocchio's conscience?
Jiminy Cricket: [blushing] Well, uh, I... Uh-huh.
The Blue Fairy: Very well. What is your name?
Jiminy Cricket: [tipping his hat] Oh, Cricket's the name. *Jiminy* Cricket!
The Blue Fairy: Kneel, Mr. Cricket.

Jiminy Cricket: Huh?
[Kneels]
Jiminy Cricket: No tricks now.
[the fairy taps Jiminy with her wand; his rags turn into fine clothes]
The Blue Fairy: I dub you Pinocchio's conscience, Lord High Keeper of the Knowledge of Right and Wrong, Counselor in Moments of High Temptation, and Guide Along the Straight and Narrow

Path. Arise, Sir Jiminy Cricket.
Jiminy Cricket: [Admiring his new clothes] Well! Ho-ho-ho! My, my! Mmm! Say, that's pretty swell! Gee, thanks. But, uh, don't I get a badge or something?
The Blue Fairy: Well, we'll see.
Jiminy Cricket: You mean maybe I will?
The Blue Fairy: I shouldn't wonder.

Jiminy Cricket: Make it a gold one?
The Blue Fairy: Maybe.

Foulfellow: [he and Gideon have "diagnosed" Pinocchio's "condition"] My boy, you are *allergic.*
Pinocchio: Allergic?
Foulfellow: Yes, and there is only one cure: a vacation on Pleasure Island!
Pinocchio: Pleasure Island?
Foulfellow: Yes!
[ge and Gideon dance]

Foulfellow: That happy land of carefree boys, where every day's a holiday!
Pinocchio: [leaving] But I can't go. I...
Foulfellow: [he and Gideon stop him] Why, of course you can go. I'm giving you my ticket.
[he produces an ace of spades card and gives it to Pinocchio]
Foulfellow: Here.

Pinocchio: Thanks. But I...
Foulfellow: No, tut-tut-tut, I insist: your health comes first.
[he and Gideon grab Pinocchio and escort him away]
Foulfellow: Come, the coach departs at midnight!
[he sings the Pleasure Island rendition of "Hi-Diddle-Dee-Dee" as they escort Pinocchio away]

The Blue Fairy: Little puppet made of pine, awake. The gift of life is thine.
[She touches her wand to Pinocchio who wakes and begins to move]
Jiminy Cricket: Whew! What they can't do these days!
Pinocchio: I can move!
[covers his mouth]
Pinocchio: I can talk!
[stands as the Blue Fairy

chuckles]
Pinocchio: I can walk!
[falls back down clumsily]
The Blue Fairy: Yes, Pinocchio. I've given you life.
Pinocchio: Why?
The Blue Fairy: Because tonight, Geppetto wished for a real boy.
Pinocchio: Am I a real boy?
The Blue Fairy: No,

Pinocchio. To make Geppetto's wish come true will be entirely up to you.
Pinocchio: Up to me?
The Blue Fairy: Prove yourself brave, truthful and unselfish, and someday you *will* be a real boy.

Foulfellow: [catches Pinocchio with his cane] Well, well, Pinocchio! What's your rush?
Pinocchio: I gotta beat Jiminy home - Oh, hello.
Foulfellow: Well, how's the great actor?
Pinocchio: I don't want to be an actor; Stromboli was terrible!
Foulfellow: He was?

Pinocchio: Yes, he locked me in a bird cage.
Foulfellow: He did?
Pinocchio: Uh-huh, but I learned my lesson, I'm going...
Foulfellow: Oh, you poor, poor boy, you must be a nervous wreck. That's it! You are a nervous wreck. Ahem, we must diagnose this case at once, ahem. Quick, Doctor, your notebook.

[Gideon gets out a notebook and pretends to jot down notes as Foulfellow examines Pinocchio]
Foulfellow: Bless my soul! Hmm... mm-hmm... My my. Just as I thought: A slight touch of monetary complications with bucolic semi-lunar contraptions of the flying trapezius. Mm-hmm. Say "hippopotamus".
Pinocchio: Hi-ho-ha-amus.

Foulfellow: I knew it! Compound transmission of the pandemonium with percussion of spasmodic frantic disintegration. Close your eyes! What do you see?
Pinocchio: Nothing.
Foulfellow: Open them! Now what do you see?
[Foulfellow holds his spotted handkerchief in front of Pinocchio's eyes]
Pinocchio:

Spots.
Foulfellow: Aha! Now, that heart. Oh, my goodness!
Foulfellow: [Foulfellow rattles his cane on a nearby windowsill as he pretends to listen to Pinocchio's heartbeat] Palpitating syncopation of the killer diller with a wicky-wacky stamping of the floyjoy. Quick, Doctor, that report. Ohh, this makes it perfectly clear. My boy, you are allergic.

Pinocchio: Allergic?
Foulfellow: Yes, and there is only one cure: a vacation on Pleasure Island.

Foulfellow: [noticing Pinocchio] Look, Giddy, look! It's amazing, a live puppet without strings! A thing like that ought to be worth a fortune to someone. Now let me see...
[sees poster for Stromboli's puppet show]
Foulfellow: That's it! Stromboli! Why, that old faker would give his... Listen. If we play our cards right, we'll be on easy street or my

name isn't Honest John.
[Gideon nods "No"]
Foulfellow: Quick, we'll head him off
[They follow Pinocchio and head him off near a brick wall]
Foulfellow: Shhh! Now is our cha...
[Gideon takes out a mallet and gets ready to hit Pinocchio]
Foulfellow: No, no, stupid!
[snatches mallet]

Foulfellow: Don't be crude.
[hits him with the mallet]
Gideon: Hiccup!

Jiminy Cricket: When you wish upon a star, makes no difference who you are / Anything your heart desires will come to you / If your heart is in your dream, no request is too extreme / When you wish upon a star as dreamers do...
Chorus: Fate is kind, / she brings to those who love / the sweet fulfillment of / their secret longing...
Jiminy Cricket:

Like a bolt out of the blue, fate steps in and sees you through / When you wish upon a star, your dreams come true...

Jiminy Cricket: [arrives at the billiard hall on Pleasure Island] Pinocchio! So this is where I find you! How do you ever expect to be a real boy? Look at yourself. Smoking! Playing pool!
[angrily kicks a billiard ball next to him, only to hurt his foot. He hops around, clutching his foot]
Jiminy Cricket: Oww! You're comin' right home with me this

minute!

The Blue Fairy: Pinocchio, why didn't you go to school?
Jiminy Cricket: [Pinocchio looks up at him] Go ahead. Tell her.
Pinocchio: I was going to school 'til I met somebody.
The Blue Fairy: Met somebody?
Pinocchio: Yeah, two big monsters, with big green eyes!
[His nose grows a

little]
Pinocchio: Why, I...
The Blue Fairy: Monsters? Weren't you afraid?
Pinocchio: No, ma'am, but they tied me in a big sack.
[His nose grows a little more and sprouts leaves]
The Blue Fairy: You don't say? And where was Sir Jiminy?
Pinocchio: Huh? Oh, Jiminy?

Jiminy Cricket: [Jumps in front of Pinocchio] Psst! Leave me out of this.
Pinocchio: They put him in a little sack.
[His nose grows even more, taking Jiminy along with it]
The Blue Fairy: No!
Pinocchio: Yeah!
[His nose sprouts flowers]
The Blue Fairy: How did you escape?

Pinocchio: I didn't - they chopped me into firewood!
[His nose grows again, and a nest with baby birds sprouts at the end of it]
Pinocchio: Oh, look! My nose! What's happened?
The Blue Fairy: Perhaps you haven't been telling the truth, Pinocchio.
Jiminy Cricket: Perhaps?

Pinocchio: Oh, but I have! Every single word!
[the branch with the nest on his nose whithers, and the birds fly away, whistling]

[Pinocchio gets his finger on fire, like a candle]
Pinocchio: Look, pretty!
Geppetto: [sees that Pinocchio's finger fire, shocked] OH! HELP!
[blows his finger, but won't budge]
Geppetto: Oh, where's the bucket? Help! Water! Where's water?
[steps on Figaro's tail, meows]
Jiminy Cricket:

Here it is, I got it! Here's water, here's some water!
[trips over with a pencil]
Geppetto: Help! Where's water!
[put the fire out of Cleo's bowl]