Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

PINOCCHIO: What's so funny?
(GRUNTING)
(CHUCKLING)
Calm down. I don't like bugs. Too much work. I prefer garbage.
Yes, Father. But it wasn't a whale. It was a sea monster, and we got out.
Yes, yes, my boy.
Father, it's me, Pinocchio!
out of this two-bit, small-time sad excuse for a puppet show.
Well, it's like I said, kiddo. Honest John ain't.
Ladies and gentlemen.
Oh, oh. Oh, oh!
I'm scared Hey mullet head let us out Aw don't worry girls I've prepared a front row seat for you
(SIGHS)
No! Pinoke, no.
(LAUGHING)
And there's the rumba And then we cha-cha-cha
No boats, nothing. Only water as far as the eye can see.
-You talk! -Yeah. And I can walk.
(CRASHING)
(MONSTRO GROANING)
Fame? But I want to be real.
but I don't think Geppetto gets out much,
I'm sorry, Father. I apologize for all the trouble I caused.
(SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING)
When you wish upon a star
Why, he'll see your name in lights. Lights six feet high!
-(SCREAMING) -(FIGARO SHRIEKING)
-You're up, Slats. -No, thanks.
(PANTING) You go. I'll catch up.
Jiminy, you see that key?
Boy, they ought to do something about all the loose gravel on this road.
(STRAINING)
And mine, too.
(LAUGHS)
Oh, boy. She's rhyming again. Looks like we're about to be on our own.
(SINISTER MUSIC PLAYING)
(GASPS)
(SNORING)
(SCREAMING) What!
(MUTTERS INDISTINCTLY)
(GLASS CLINKING)
Pinocchio is as real as any real boy could ever be.
But it was you I was wishing for.
As dreamers do
My dear boy.
That cricket is your conscience?
If only this could be more than a memory
Don't you be afraid, Figaro. No.
BLUE FAIRY: Would you like to be his conscience?
(VOICE BREAKING) Don't die, Father.
Me? No, thanks. I've, uh, got enough on my plate.
(MAGICAL NOTES CHIMING)
have a very important proposition.
You miss him already, don't you? Yes. Well, yes.
Oh, no. We're trapped.
-Now we're talking! (LAUGHING) -No!
That's right. Much better. Much more precise.
-Well, come on, everyone. -(MEOWS)
This is why I gave you a smile. So that you will always be happy.
I still say it's not right to yell right as somebody's about to make a shot.
(GEPPETTO GROANS)
Pinocchio, can I trust you with something?
-Escape? -Yes. Run away.
I've got no strings, to pull me... dah, doo doo doo doo, tatatata, dee dee dee, day yay hooray.
He sailed out to sea.
"Memory may hold the key
(LAUGHING)
BOY 6: Yes! A life supply of root beer!
(CHUCKLING) An almost real boy!
Pinocchio. My little Pinocchio.
I heard Geppetto name him Pinocchio.
Jew? No, Pinocchio's talkin' 'bout fuck. You can't say fuck in school you fuckin' fathead!
Pinocchio.
(SCOFFS) The way you're going, you might make it to half a real boy.
(FABRIC RIPPING)
(SINGING) I'll design The perfect wooden shoe
I broke your ipod
Did that actually happen? Who knows? But I do know one thing for sure.
I haven't seen one in so...
And you...
A wise decision
(Whimpering in fear)
(WHIMPERING) Please.
Yes, for being a puppet.
I'm sorry, Jiminy.
Oh, no. Help!
Now we're talking. Am I great or what?
(MONSTRO GROWLING)
(RATTLING SOFTLY)
Squawk ouch Stop
Damaged, broken, irreparably splintered beyond repair.
-(STROMBOLI SHOUTS IN ITALIAN) -(GRUNTING)
JIMINY: Geppetto. I'm here inside this jar!
But Jiminy helped me and we jumped off a cliff into the sea and swam to shore,
Father? Father?
(SIGHS) Thanks, Sofia.