Robin Hood (1973)

Pat Buttram: Sheriff of Nottingham - A Wolf

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Quotes 

• 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!

• 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] 

• 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?

• [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.

• [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".

• 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!

• 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.

• 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.

• 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!

• 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] 

• 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?

• Sheriff of Nottingham : You're under arrest for high treason to the crown!