Scraps Quotes

Fairy Godmother: [narrating, after Ella's father dies] How indeed to live. Economies had to be taken. Ella's step-mother dismissed the household. Her step-mother and step-sisters ever misused her. And by and by they considered Ella less a sister than a servant. And so Ella was left to do all the work. This was a good thing, for it distracted her from her grief. At least that was

what her step-mother said. And she and her two daughters were more than happy to provide Ella with lots and lots of distraction. In their defense, they did share with her the very food they ate, or rather, the scraps from their table. She had little in the way of friends. Well, her friends were very little.
Cinderella: [seeing Gus-Gus and his fellow mice] There you are.

Have dinner with me, won't you?
Fairy Godmother: But those friends she had, she treated with an open heart and an open hand.
Cinderella: [setting up a overturned teacup and mini-doily] Your table.
Fairy Godmother: Sometimes, by the end of the day, the drafty attic was too cold to spend the night in, so she lay by the dying

embers of the hearth to keep warm.

Tiger: Shoo, go on, get away from here. My owner does not give scraps to common strays.
Stella: Common strays? Alright, you asked for it...
[turns and raises rear]
RJ: [whispers] Get the collar!
Stella: Gee, that's a nice collar you got on. Mind if I have a look?
Tiger:

No-no-no-no-no! Come no closer! I must not be so near a creature of the outdoor woods.
[sneezes]
Tiger: Away with your filth!
Stella: My filth? My *filth*?
Penny: Oh jeepers here we go.
Stella: Okay, that's it. I'm sick and tired of everybody taking one look at me and running away 'cause they

think I'm filthy. Well I got news for you: I didn't get primped and preened to have some overfed, pompous puffball tell me he's too good for me. I've got makeup on my *butt*, dude! And you don't even want to know about the cork!
Tiger: Stop! No one has *ever* spoken to me like that!
[others gasp]
Tiger: It is bold... I like it.

Stella: Yeah? Well, there's more where that came from, uh... puffball!
[Leads him away from the door]
Tiger: You're strong. Your essence is overpowering.
Stella: [pushes tail down] Wh-what do you mean by that?
Tiger: It is your eyes.
Stella: My eyes?

Tiger: They are... luminous.
Stella: Luminous... Dang.

[Mathayus and Arpid are buried up to their necks in sand. Around them, the guard drops burning scraps of cloth into the ant mounds]
Arpid: Fascinating, isn't it? The smoke, it causes the fire ants to abandon their homes, you see?
[the fire ants swarm out of the mounds, towards them]
Arpid: All the sooner to feast on our naked heads.

[laughs]
Mathayus: You think this is funny?
Arpid: It's a little bit funny, yes. You see, I am about to escape, while you on the other hand are about to die a horrible death, for leaving me to die last night!

Danny Dalton: Some trust fund prosecutor, got off-message at Yale thinks he's gonna run this up the flagpole? Make a name for himself? Maybe get elected some two-bit congressman from nowhere, with the result that Russia or China can suddenly start having, at our expense, all the advantages we enjoy here? No, I tell you. No, sir! Corruption charges! Corruption? Corruption is

government intrusion into market efficiencies in the form of regulations. That's Milton Friedman. He got a goddamn Nobel Prize. We have laws against it precisely so we can get away with it. Corruption is our protection. Corruption keeps us safe and warm. Corruption is why you and I are prancing around in here instead of fighting over scraps of meat out in the streets. Corruption is why we win.

[Vince hides as Burt comes into the restaurant]
Linda Mason: Hi!
Burt Klane: Hi.
Linda Mason: Can I help you?
Burt Klane: Uh, yeah... where's the little shit?
Linda Mason: Uh, you'll have to be more specific.
Burt Klane: Benedict.
Linda

Mason: Oh, he wouldn't come in here! Isn't that right, Marnie?
Marnie Mason: Who, Vincent?
[wipes down a table, dumping scraps on Vincent's head]
Marnie Mason: That weasel? That creep? I wouldn't serve him if he crawled in here on his hands and knees.
[Vincent scrambles out on his hands and knees]