Benchley takes the audience on a tour through Disney studios. Alan Ladd plays one of the animators we meet along the way. The live-action fo...更多>
The Dragon: You've got to be mad to breathe fire, but I'm not mad at anybody. The Boy: But try real hard. Concentrate. [the dragon tries, but all he can muster is a puny smoke ring] The Dragon: Not very good, is it? The Boy: Nope. Too bad you're not a real dragon, instead of a punk poet. The Dragon: [Angry] "Punk poet"? [Now fire is coming out of his mouth] The Dragon: Ooh, say that again. The Boy: Punk poet. The Dragon: Again. The Boy: Punk poet. The Dragon: Again. The Boy: Punk poet. The Dragon: [Delighted] Ooh, I'm mad! I'm mad! I'm mad! The Boy: Punk poet! Punk poet! Punk poet! Sir Giles: Radish so red / Radish so red / Plucked from the heart of your warm little bed / Sprinkle some salt on the top of your head / [eats radish] Sir Giles: Delicious. Robert Benchley: Very good. I like the way you handle that fowl language. Clarence Nash: [as Donald Duck] Foul language? Why the very idea! Sir Giles: Uh, the time has come, you know. The Dragon: [clapping excitedly] You mean... I die now? Sir Giles: Oh yes indeed. As per-agreed, we'll seal our pact, old thing. [placing the lance under the Dragon's arm] Sir Giles: Take that! [first lines] Mrs. Benchley: [Reading] "So they set off up the hill, arm in arm, the knight, the dragon, and the boy. The lights in the little village began to go out one by one." [Is interrupted by a toy rifle going off] Mrs. Benchley: "But there were stars and a late moon as they climbed the downs together." [Toy rifle again] Mrs. Benchley: Robert, please. [Pan to Robert Benchley lying on a raft in the pool, with the toy rifle] Robert Benchley: Go on, I can hear in any position. [Shoots a dart at a duck decoy in the pool] Mrs. Benchley: [Continues reading] "And as they turned the last corner and disappeared from view, snatches of an old song were borne back on the night breeze. I can't be certain which of them was singing, but I think it was the dragon." Robert Benchley: Go on, I'm listening. Mrs. Benchley: That was the end, and a very lovely end, too. Robert Benchley: Yeah, charming, charming. It's funny. No matter which way I aim, I always hit the same duck. Mrs. Benchley:
Robert, I have a wonderful idea. We'll sell this book to Walt Disney.
Robert Benchley: Well, you can't. It belongs to your nephew. [Looks at rifle] Robert Benchley: So does this, too. I wonder what he'd take for it. Mrs. Benchley: I mean the idea, for a movie. I'm sure if you went to his studio and suggested it to him, he'd jump at it. Robert Benchley: Me suggest a story to Walt Disney? Why, I hardly know him. Mrs. Benchley: Well, you hardly knew me when you suggested marriage. Robert Benchley: Yeah, look at the trouble I got into. He can't listen to every crackpot with a wild idea. Mrs. Benchley: You might be the exception. All you would have to do would be to go to his studio and show him the book. Robert Benchley: I wouldn't dream of it! Mrs. Benchley: They're always open to new ideas. Get your things on, and stop shilly-shallying. Robert Benchley: [Stands up on raft] I am not shillying and I am not shallying. But once and for all, I will not go to the studio. I will not make myself look ridiculous. [Falls through] Robert Benchley: [Bubbles come out of his mouth] And that's final. [after watching a sound effects recording session for a cartoon train] Doris: How did you like it? Robert Benchley: Oh, fine, fine. Only after all, wouldn't it be a lot easier just to wreck a real train? Doris: [Holding up a cel of Bambi in front of her] Like it? Robert Benchley: I'd be all right if you could get that reindeer out of the way. Doris: I'll see if I can scare up the background that goes with it. Robert Benchley: Nothing wrong with the one I just saw. Doris: [a man hands her a painting] Thanks. This is his background. He fits right on top of it, like this. There. Robert Benchley: And very cunning, too. I'd like to take him home with me. [Bambi suddenly comes to life and hides behind a rock in the background] Robert Benchley: What do you know? He took me seriously. Nurse: You're a quiet little fellow, aren't you? Baby Weems: Well, there really isn't much to talk about. Nurse: He talks! Baby Weems: Why? Is it against the rules? Nurse: Oh, Doctor! [Faints] Narrator: Yes, the horse, the servant of mankind, the aristocrat of the animal kingdom. Noble, faithful, obedient, and kind, most magnificent of all dumb animals Horse: Dumb? The Dragon: Sweet little upside-down cake / Cares and woes, you've got'em / Poor little upside-down cake / Your top is on your bottom / Alas, little upside-down cake / Your troubles never stop / Because, little upside-down cake / Your bottom's on your top. The Boy: Sir Gi