Pinocchio (1940 film)

I'd rather be smart than be an actor.

Pinocchio is a 1940 American animated feature produced by Walt Disney and based on the classic 1883 children's novel The Adventures of Pinocchio by Carlo Collodi.

Directed by Ben Sharpsteen, Hamilton Luske, Norman Ferguson, T. Hee, Wilfred Jackson, Jack Kinney, and Bill Roberts. Written by Ted Sears, Otto Englander, Webb Smith, William Cottrell, Joseph Sabo, Erdman Penner, and Aurelius Battaglia.
For anyone who has ever wished upon a star.

PinocchioEdit

I'm gonna do right.
  • I can move. I can talk. I can walk!
  • I should've listened to you, Jiminy.
  • I'd rather be smart than be an actor.

Jiminy CricketEdit

  • [after singing "When You Wish Upon a Star"] Pretty, huh? I'll bet a lot of you folks don't believe that. About a wish coming true? Well, I didn't either. Of course, I'm just a cricket singing my way from hearth to hearth, but let me tell you what made me change my mind.
  • [after Pinocchio is brought to life] What they can't do these days.
  • [When Pinocchio is locked in a cage] Oh, buck up, son. It could be worse. Be cheerful... [breaks down and cries] LIKE ME!! [Pinocchio begins to sob harder, and a tear falls on his hat] Awwww, take it easy, son. Go ahead, blow. [Pinocchio blows his nose on the hankerchef] Atta boy. [Jiminy also blows his nose with the hankerchef]] Oh, well, it stopped raining anyway.
  • A fine conscience I turned out to be!
  • What does an actor want with a conscience, anyway?
  • Go ahead. Make a fool of yourself, and maybe you'll listen to your concience.
  • [while at Pleasure Island] Pinocchio! [coughs] Pinocchio! There's something phony about all this. I've got to get him outta here.
  • Pinocchio! So this is where I find you? How do you ever expect to be a real boy?! Look at yourself! [Pulls the cigar out of Pinocchio's mouth and tosses it] Smoking?!! Playing pool!?! [Jiminy kicks the #8 ball and stubs his toe] Owww! You're comin' right home with me this minute!

DialogueEdit

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

[Stromboli is counting his money while Pinocchio sits on a baguette bread]
Stromboli: [Singing] I buy-a new suit and I swing-a that cane! I eat-a the bread and I drink-a champagne! I got-a no strings on-a me! [Chuckles heartily] Bravo, Pinocchio!
Pinocchio: They like me!
Stromboli: 200. You were sensational!
Pinocchio: You mean I'm good?
Stromboli: Ah, 300! You are CLOSER!! [Chops some bread very close to Pinocchio]
Pinocchio: Does that mean I'm an actor?
Stromboli: [bites into an onion] Sure! I will push-a you in the public's hide! Your-a face, she will be on everybody's tongue!
Pinocchio: [sheds tears due to Stromboli's onion breath] Will she?
Stromboli: Yeah. [Notices a washer in his stacks of coins] What's a-this?! [He bites down on the washer and begins cursing in Italian until he realizes Pinocchio is listening. He calms down and gives the bent washer to Pinocchio] For you, my little Pinocchio.
Pinocchio: For me? Gee, thanks! I'll run right home and tell my father!
Stromboli: [Spits out the wine he was drinking] Home?! [laughs] Oh, sure! Going-a home-a to tell-a your father! [laughs] Oh, that is very covico!
Pinocchio: You mean it's funny?
Stromboli: Sure! [Pinocchio joins him in laughing]
Pinocchio: I'll be back in the morning!
Stromboli: Be back in the morning?!
[Stromboli realizes that Pinocchio is being serious and grabs him while cursing; he realizes Pinocchio is still listening and joins him in laughing until Stromboli locks him in a birdcage]
Stromboli: There! This-a will be-a your home, where I can find-a you always!
Pinocchio: No, no, no!
Stromboli: Yes, yes, yes! To me, you are a belonging. We will tour-a the world: Paris! London, Monte Carlo, Con-stan-ti-nopalee!
Pinocchio: No! No!
Stromboli: YES!!!! We start-a TONIGHT!!!! Mmm... [dumps all his money back into the sack] You will make lots of a-money.... [Slams the sack into his cummerbund] FOR ME!!!! [picks up his axe] And when you are growing too old, you will make-a good.... FIREWOOD!!!! [throws his axe, which lands on a broken puppet]
Pinocchio: [shakes the birdcage bars] Let me outta here! I gotta get out! You can't keep me...!
Stromboli: QUIET!!!! SHUT UP!!!! Before I knock-a you silly! [softly] Good night.... [blows a kiss] ....my little wooden gold mine! [Stromboli laughs evilly again, slams the door, and makes the room completely dark]

[Honest John is telling the Coachman their success at fooling Pinocchio]
Honest John: [Singing] Hi diddle dee-dee! An actor's life for me! A high silk hat and a silver cane. A watch of gold with a diamond chain. Hi diddle dee-day! An actor's life is gay! It's great to be a celebrity! An actor's life for me! [Laughs] And the dummy fell for it! Hook, line, and sinker! [Gideon takes the ring he smoked from his cigar and dunks it in his beer like dunking a donut in coffee, bites into it, and hiccups] And he still thinks we're his friends! And did Stromboli pay? Plenty! [He lays a small bag of money on the table.] That just goes to show you how low Honest John will stoop. Eh, Giddy? [Gideon, drinking a beer, nods in agreement right before hiccuping, spilling the beer all over him] Now, uh, Coachman.... [takes a smoke from his cigar] What's your proposition?
Coachman: Well... [He takes a few smokes from his pipe and reaches into his coat pocket] How would you blokes like to make some real money? [He lays an even larger bag of money on the table]
Honest John: Well! And who do we have to, eh... [makes throat-slashing motion]
Coachman: No, no! Nothing like that. You see... [looks around to see if anyone is listening. Honest John does the same, whispering] I'm collecting stupid little boys.
Honest John: "Stupid little boys"?
Coachman: You know, the disobedient ones who play hooky from school.
Honest John: Oh!
Coachman: And you see... [whispers in Honest John's ear. Gideon puts his ear to his boss's other ear, so he can listen, as well] And I takes 'em to Pleasure Island.
Honest John: Ah, Pleasure Island. [shocked] Pleasure Island?! But the law! Suppose they...
Coachman: No, no. There's no risk. They never come back... As BOYS!!!! [Leans in close to camera, makes his face devil-style and his powered wig stands up in the form of devil horns, smiles wickedly, and laughs evilly. Honest John and Gideon cower in fear as he pulls them close] Now, I got a coachload leavin' at midnight. We'll meet at the crossroads. And no double crossin'!
Honest John: No, sir.
Coachman: Scout around. If any good prospects you find, bring 'em to me!
Honest John: Yes, chief.
Coachman: I'll pay you well! I got plenty o' gold!

[Meanwhile, Pinocchio and Jiminy are walking home]
Pinocchio: No, sir. Nothing can stop me now! I'll make good this time!
Jiminy: You better!
Pinocchio: I'm going to school!
Jiminy: That's the stuff, Pinoke!
Pinocchio: I'd rather be smart than be an actor!
Jiminy: Now you're talkin'! C'mon, slowpoke! I'll race you home!
[They race back to Geppetto's workshop until Honest John grabs Pinocchio by the back of his overalls with his cane]
Honest John: Well, well, Pinocchio! What's your rush?
Pinocchio: I gotta beat Jiminy home. [Tips his hat] Oh, hello.
Honest John: Well, how was the great actor?
Pinocchio: I don't wanna be an actor! Stromboli was terrible!
Honest John: He was?!
Pinocchio: Yeah! He locked me in a birdcage!
Honest John: He did?!
Pinocchio: Uh-huh, and I learned my lesson. I'm goin'...
Honest John: Oh, you poor, poor boy! You must be a nervous wreck. That's it! You are a nervous wreck! We must diagnose this case at once! Quick, doctor! Your notebook! [Gideon pulls out a notepad and a pencil] Bless, my soul. [looks at Pinocchio's arm] Mmm... Mm-hmm! My, my... Just as I thought: a slight touch nolitary complications with pucolic semial contraptions of flying trapezes. [Gideon writes down what he thinks he says; Honest John uses his glasses as a tongue depressor while he looks into Pinocchio's mouth] Mm-hmm... Say "hippopotamus".
Pinocchio: Hi-ho-hototamus!
Honest John: I knew it! Compound transmission in the pandemonium custom in the span private disintegration. [Gideon writes in the middle of the air] Close your eyes. [Pinocchio closes his eyes hard] What do you see?
Pinocchio: Nothing.
Honest John: [holds a spotted handkerchief in front of Pinocchio] Open them. [Pinocchio does so] Now, what do you see?
Pinocchio: Spots.
Honest John: Aha! Now, that heart! [listens for Pinocchio's heartbeat and makes a jazzy drumming solo with his cane] Ooh, my goodness! A palpitating syncopation of the killer-diller. With a wicky-wacky stabbing of the boy joy! [Bops Gideon on the head with his cane] Quick, doctor! That report! [takes the notepad from a dizzy Gideon and looks at what he wrote, which was nothing but scribbles] Oh! This makes it perfectly clear! My boy, you are allergic!
Pinocchio: Allergic?
Honest John: Yes, and there is only one cure! A vacation! On Pleasure Island! [winks at Gideon]
Pinocchio: Pleasure Island?
Honest John: Yes! That happy land of carefree boys where everyday's a holiday!
Pinocchio: But I can't go. I--
Honest John: Oh, of course you can go! I'm giving you my ticket! [produces a playing card in his hand and gives it to Pinocchio] Here!
Pinocchio: Thanks, but I'm--
Honest John: Oh, tut, tut, tut! I insist! Your health comes first! Come! The coach departs at midnight! [He and Gideon take Pinocchio to the coach to Pleasure Island, singing] Hi diddle dee-dee! It's Pleasure Isle for me! Where every day is a holiday and kids have nothing to do but play. Hi diddle dee-doo! If what I hear is true. A land of pudding and marmalade. It's Pleasure Isle for me!
Jiminy: Pinoke! Oh, Pinoke! [Turns around to see Pinocchio, Honest John, and Gideon disappear around the corner] Pinocchio! Hey! Come back!

[On the coach to Pleasure Island, boys are fussing and laughing. Jiminy hides under the coach, getting sick and coughing from the dust the donkeys pulling the coach are kicking up
Jiminy: Well... [Coughs] Here we go again!
Lampwick: Me name's Lampwick. What's yours?
Pinocchio: [Tips his hat] Pinocchio!
Lampwick: Ever been to Pleasure Island?
Pinocchio: No. [Shows Lampwick his "ticket" from Honest John] Mr. Honest John gave me...
Lampwick: Me neither! They say that it's a swell joint; no school, no cops. You can tear the joint apart. And nobody says a word.
Pinocchio: Honest John gave me...
Lampwick: Loaf around, plenty to eat, plenty to drink. And it's all free! Boy, that's the place. I can hardly wait!
[The Coachman smiles evilly. They arrive at the docks and board a showboat. They arrive at Pleasure Island, which has various elements any amusement park has. Balloons of clowns and policemen float above. The Coachman gestures the boys in]
Barker: Right here, boys! Right here! Get your cakes, pies, dill pickles, and ice cream! All you can eat! Be a glutton! Stuff yourself! It's all free, boys! It's all free! Hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry!
[Inside a tent, boys are pouncing on each other and punching each other]
Roughhouse Animatronic: The Roughhouse! The Roughhouse! It's the roughest, toughest joint you've ever seen! Come in and pick a fight, boys!
Lampwick: Oh, boy! A scrap! C'mon! Let's go and poke somebody in the nose!
Pinocchio: Why?
Lampwick: Aw, just for the fun of it.
Pinocchio: Okay, Lampy! [He tosses away an ice cream cone and a pie and strolls into the Roughhouse with Lampwick. In another part of Pleasure Island, wooden Indians are throwing fat cigars to boys]
Barker: Tobacco Row! Tobacco Row! Get your cigars, cigarettes, and chewing tobacco! Come in and smoke your heads off! There's nobody here to stop you!
Meanwhile, Jiminy is trying to avoid the boys running around, trying to step on him]
Jiminy: There's something phony about all this! I've gotta get him outta here!
[In a house, boys are knocking houseplants over, breaking windows and furniture and setting the entire house on fire]
Barker: See the Model Home! It's open for destruction! And it's all yours, boys! It's all yours!
Lampwick: What'd I tell ya? Ain't this a swell joint? [He lights a match on the Mona Lisa painting to light his cigar]
Pinocchio: Yeah! [Picks up an axe] Bein' bad's a lot of fun, ain't it?
Lampwick: Get a load of that stained-glass window! [He picks up a brick and throws it at the window. Meanwhile, back at the entrance to Pleasure Island, the Coachman turns to his guards]
Coachman: Alright, now! [Cracks his whip] Hop to it, you blokes! C'mon! C'mon! Shut the doors an' lock 'em tight! [The guards close the wooden doors] Now, get below and get the crates ready. Give a bad boy enough rope and he'll soon make a jackass of himself. [Laughs evilly]

Jiminy is walking around the deserted fairgrounds, littered with half-smoked cigars and food wrappers
Jiminy: Pinocchio! Where is everybody? This place is like a graveyard. Hey! Where are you?
[Meanwhile, in the pool hall, Lampwick is playing pool while Pinocchio sits at a table, smoking his cigar]
Pinocchio: Where do you suppose all the kids went to, Lampwick?
Lampwick: Oh, they're around here somewheres. Why do you care? You're having a good time, ain't ya? [Hits a #3 ball into a hole]
Pinocchio: Uh-huh. I sure am.
Lampwick: Oh, boy! This is the life, huh, Pinokey?
Pinocchio: Yeah! [smokes lightly] It sure is! [smokes lightly again]
Lampwick: Ah, you smoke like me grandmother! [picks up his cigar] Come on! Take a big drag, like this! [inhales his cigar deeply]
Pinocchio: Okay, Lampy! [inhales his cigar deeply and swallows, causing his eyes to water and his face to turn green]
Lampwick: Heh, some fun, huh kid?
[Pinocchio nods drowsily]
Lampwick: Okay, slats. [adds a point in the score chart] Your shot.
[Pinocchio, drunk and disoriented, can barely focus on striking the #8 ball]
Lampwick: What's the matter, slats? Losing your grip?
[Pinocchio is about to strike the ball, but is then startled by Jiminy, causing him flatten his cigar and strip the carpet off the pool table]
Jiminy: PINOCCHIO!!! So, this is where I find you? How do you ever expect to be a real boy?! Look at yourself! Smokin'?! [pulls the flattened cigar out of Pinocchio's mouth] Playin' pool?!! [kicks the #8 ball and stubs his toe] Oww! You're coming right home with me this minute!
Lampwick: Hey, who's the beetle? [picks up Jiminy]
Jiminy: Hey, put me down! [Voice becomes muffled as he gets wrapped around in his coat] Let me outta here! Put me down!
Pinocchio: He's my conscience. He tells me what's right from wrong.
Lampwick: What?!? You mean to tell me you take orders from a grasshopper?!?
Jiminy: Grasshopper?!? Look here, you impudent young pup! It wouldn't hurt you to take orders from your grasshopper! Uh, your conscience! If you had one!
Lampwick: Yeah, yeah, yeah, sure. [strikes the ball Jiminy is standing on] Screwball in the corner pocket.
[Jiminy is knocked into a hole by a ball, the other ball goes in, too; When Jiminy, lands in the ball pit, he runs out of the way #8 ball; Lampwick cracks up laughing]
Jiminy: [Climbs out of hole] Why, you young hoodlum! [takes off his jacket] I'll knock your block off! [punches the air. Lampwick laughs harder] I'll take you apart and put you back together!
Pinocchio: Oh, don't hurt him, Jiminy. He's my best friend.
Jiminy: Why, I'll..! Your best friend?! And what am I? Just your conscience! [storms away] Okay! That settles it!
Pinocchio: But, Jiminy!
Jiminy: You buttered your bread, now sleep in it!
[puts his jacket on backwards and falls down a pool hole again; Lampwick laughs even harder]
Jiminy: Ha, ha, ha! Go on, laugh! Make a jackass outta yourself! I'm through! This is the end! [storms out the bar]
Pinocchio: But Jiminy, Lampwick's just a guy who only lives once.
Jiminy: Lampwick! Hmph!
Lampwick: Come on, come on! Let him go! [pours some beer into two glasses]
[Meanwhile, Jiminy is storming out of Pleasure Island]
Jiminy: Lampwick? Ha! Lampwick? [Kicks a smoked cigar, making the ashes fly everywhere] Burnin' me up! After all I tried to do for him! Who's his conscience anyway?! Me or that hoodlum, Lampwick! I've had enough of this! I'm takin' the next boat outta here! [raps on the door with his umbrella] Open up that door! Open up! I wanna go home!
[Jiminy hears donkeys braying on the other side of the door and slips under the door. There, he finds the Coachman and his henchman shoving donkeys down a chute, into crates, and onto the boat]
Coachman: C'mon, you blokes! Keep it moving. Lively there, now! We haven't got all night!
Jiminy: Where'd all the donkeys come from?
Coachman: Come on, come on! Let's have another! [One of his henchmen pulls a donkey towards him] And what's your name? [The donkey only brays] Okay, you'll do! [He tears the clothes off the donkey and throws him into a crate with five others] In you go! You boys will bring a nice price. [Chuckles evilly] Alright! Next! [Another donkey in a sailor suit is thrown towards him] And what might your name be?
Donkey: Alexander.
Coachman: So you can talk?
Alexander: Y-Yes, sir. I wanna go home to my mama!
Coachman: Take him back! He can still talk! [Throws Alexander into a pen with other donkeys]
Alexander: Please, please, I don't wanna be a donkey. Let me out of here!
Coachman: QUIET!!! [cracks his whip] You boys have had your fun! Now pay for it!
Jiminy: Boys?! So that's it! Pinocchio! [He runs back to the pool hall to warn Pinocchio what has happened to the boys]
Lampwick: To hear that beetle talk... [Takes a sip of his beer] You'd think something was gonna happen to us.
[Lampwick then sprouts donkey ears, unaware of this. Pinocchio looks down at his beer and pushes it away] Conscience. Ah, phooey!
[Strikes a ball and grows a donkey tail as a shocked Pinocchio throws away his cigar] Where does he get that stuff? "How do you ever expect to be a real boy?" [leans over the pool table, his head turns into a fuzzy brown donkey muzzle, and he grabs his cigar when he puts it in his mouth] What's he think I look like? A jackass?
Pinocchio: You sure do. [Laughs, but when suddenly braying in his laughter's middle, he covers his mouth in shock]
Lampwick: Hey, you laugh like a donkey. [laughs, then also brays, and covers his mouth to stop] Did that come out of me?!
[Pinocchio nods in a horrified look. Lampwick feels his face, realizing he has a muzzle] Oh! [Feels nothing but fur] Huh? [tugs at his ears] What the--? What's going on?! [looks in the mirror, sees that he is turning into a donkey, and screams in terror] I've been double-crossed! Help! Help! Somebody, help! I've been framed! HELP!!
[begs to Pinocchio for help, while Pinocchio ends up backing into a wall, and getting his braces grabbed Lampwick's hands] Please, you've gotta help me. Oh, be a pal! Call that beetle. Call anybody.
[lets go of Pinocchio as his hands close up and become hooves. Pinocchio gasps in shock]
Lampwick: Mama! MAAAAAAAAAA-MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!
[In the shadow, Lampwick is forced down on all fours, and having turned into a donkey completely, begins to kick everything in the room, and starts braying uncontrollably, while Pinocchio runs away and hides under a chair. When Lampwick leaves braying wildly, Pinocchio suddenly sprouts grey donkey ears]
Pinocchio: OOOOH!!!! What's happening?
Jiminy: [running towards the pool hall] I hope I'm not too late.
Pinocchio: What'll I do?! [Suddenly, he sprouts a grey donkey tail, grabs hold of its end, and gasps] Oh! [Jiminy rushes in] Jiminy!
Jiminy: Quick, Pinoke! The kids! The boys! They're all donkeys! [Gasps when he notices Pinocchio's donkey ears and tail] You, too! C'mon! Quick! Before you get any worse! [They run away as Lampwick is still kicking and screaming. They run out over a cliff] This way, Pinoke! It's the only way out! Hurry up! Before they see us! You gotta jump! [They plunge into the water and swim far away from Pleasure Island and get up on dry land and head back to the workshop]

[Pinocchio, having heard that Geppetto is alive after getting swallowed by Monstro, takes off to save him]
Jiminy Cricket: [following after Pinocchio] Hey, where ya goin'?
Pinocchio: I'm going to find him!
Jiminy Cricket: But, Pinoke! Are you crazy? Don't you realize that he's in a whale?
Pinocchio: I've gotta go to him!
Jiminy Cricket: Hey, Pinoke! Wait! Listen here, son!
[Pinocchio keeps going straight to a high cliff overlooking the ocean, Jiminy following all the way]
Jiminy Cricket: But this Monstro, I've heard of him; he's a whale of a whale! [Pinocchio starts tying a rock to his donkey tail] Why, he swallows whole ships alive! [He then helps tie Pinocchio's tail to the rock completely] Tie it good and tight now. And besides, it's dangerous! Why, I--
Pinocchio: [extends a hand for a handshake from Jiminy] Good-bye, Jiminy.
Jiminy Cricket: Good-bye? I may be live bait down there, but I'm with ya! [hops onto the rock and holds his nose] Let's go. [screams bloody murder as they jump deep down off the cliff] LOOK OUT BELO-OO-OWW!!!! [they enter the ocean with a gigantic splash, and the rock attached to Pinocchio's tail leads them to the ocean floor]

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