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Gay Purr-ee

1962 film by Abe Levitow

Gay Purr-ee is a 1962 American animated musical film produced by United Productions of America and released by Warner Bros. It features the voice of Judy Garland in her only animated-film role, as well as Robert Goulet in his first feature film. The film received positive reviews, but was a box office disappointment. It is also the first animated film to be theatrically released by Warner Bros.

Directed by Abe Levitow. Produced by Henry G. Saperstein and Lee Orgel. Written by Dorothy & Chuck Jones.
Vive La Fun!... Vive La Joy!... Vive La Judy!... taglines

Meowrice

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  • Boys, if you ever marry, marry for love... of money.
  • As they say, evil is the root of all money... money trees, that is! Big, green money trees!
  • [eats some sardines from a can] Canned fish, what will they think of next? Everything is packaged these days, even pretty girls hmm?
  • [his henchcats catch Mewsette in a sack after she tries to jump off a bridge] Nice fielding, team. Come along, we'll take the scenic route home.

MADAME RUBENS--CHATTE:

  • You know, if the opportunity arose to do him a disservice(Meowrice) I might not be able to resist it!
  • Give Meowrice my love. And then turn him inside out !

Dialogue

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[Jean Tom and Robespierre are on a ship bound for Alaska]
Robespierre: It's all right, Jaune-Tom. We'll get back all right.
Jaune Tom: Oh, it's such a big ocean, Robespierre. Bigger than all France. Bigger than the whole world.
Robespierre: Sure it is, but you've never given up hope yet.
Jaune Tom: I have now. [it starts raining] It's too big, Robespierre. We'll never get back to find Mewsette.
Robespierre: It's not as big as you think, Jaune-Tom. [noticing the rain] Why, look. It's just made up of little drops. It's all how you look at it. Honestly, Jaune-Tom. [Jaune-Tom stares at a puddle] Jaune-Tom?
Jeanette: [to her sister] But darling, think of Paris! Lovely, gay Paris! Have you forgotten the sidewalk cafés and how we sipped champagne?
Mewsette: Champagne? That must be what they call catnip in Paris. How nice!
Jeanette: ...the button champignons sautéed in butter with tiny shreds of herbs...
Mewsette: Champignons? I know what they are - mushrooms! And delicious, too!
Jeanette: And oh, my dear, the Champs-Elysées!
Mewsette: Champs-Elysées? I wonder what they taste like.
Robespierre: Jaune Tom! Jaune Tom! Where are you, Jaune Tom?
Jaune Tom: Over here, Robespierre.
Robespierre: You can come on back, now! Everythings okay!
Jaune Tom: Oh? You mean Mewsette-You mean Mewsette will take the mouse?
Robespierre: Nope! She left, Jaune Tom. Took off! Nothin' but fun now that Mewsette's gone!
Jaune Tom: What do you mean Mewsette's gone?
Robespierre: She just went away in a carriage.
Jaune Tom: Carriage? What carriage?
Robespierre: The one that took her to Paris.
Jaune Tom: Well, why did she go to Paris?!
Robespierre: All felines go to Paris, I guess. C'mon, Jean Tom. [He runs off] Let's go mouse hunting!
Jaune Tom: [He catches up with his friend and joins him calling out for Mewsette's name] Mewsette?! Mewsette?!
Robespierre: [Robespierre stops running] Hey, wait for me!
Jaune Tom: [calling out] Mewsette? Come back, Mewsette!
Station Cat: For the last time, I said: If your friend arrived in that buggy, she has gone to Paris.
Jaune Tom: All right, I know that. I know that, but where's Paris? What is Paris?
Station Cat: [perplexed] What is Paris? Are you mad?
Jaune Tom: I mean, I mean is it a school or something, for 'felines'?
Station Cat: A school for felines?
Jaune Tom: No? Well... a village, maybe?
Station Cat: Yes, that is what it is. A little village. A mile or two up the tracks. [yawns] And now, if you don't mind, I do have work to do. [He goes to sleep]
Jaune Tom: Well, thanks a lot! [He leaps off the platform and follows the tracks to Paris. At the same time, Robespierre meets up with the station cat]
Robespierre: Jaune-Tom! Jaune-Tom! [catching his breath] P-p-pardon me, sir, b-but did you see-
Station Cat: He went that way.
Robespierre: Gee, thanks! Jaune-Tom!
Robespierre: Huh? [sees the deep gorge below when they have ran away and are able to dodge an incoming train with a steam engine hauling lots of coaches and nearly running them over] JAUNE-TOM! YEOW! [He rockets onto Jaune-Tom's head with his feet pressing down on his skull] W-w-what are we doin' down here, Jaune-Tom? L-l-let's g-g-go home b-b-before somethin' happens to us.
Jaune Tom: [climbing back on the viaduct] "I can't, Robespierre. I have to find Mewsette". (continues walking)
Robespierre: Well, you look for Mewsette; I'm gonna look for trains.
Bartender: Eh, what'll be a pleasure you're havin', s'il vous plait?
Meowrice: [to the boys] Monsieurs?
Jaune Tom: Uh... uh... milk.
Bartender: Milk?
Robespierre: No, no! Let's really live it up big, Jaune-Tom! [bangs his fist on the counter] Straight cream!
Meowrice: No, no, monsiuers. On an occasion such as this, we drink champagne. [to the bartender] Champagne Gascon! Champagne for the greatest mouse catcher in all France and his manager! [Jaune-Tom and Robespierre smile proudly]
Bartender: Uh, oui, oui, monsiuer! One bottle of champagne hot off the ice!
Meowrice: Ah, the moon is beautiful tonight, mon 'cherie.
Mewsette: Oh, yes. So romantic.
Meowrice: [Meowrice leads her inside his lair] Step in here, my dear. Out of the chill night wind. [He lets Mewsette inside as the gentleman he partly is and follows her in, closing the door behind him]
Mewsette: What was it you wish to tell me, Meowrice?
Meowrice: Tonight, I wish to speak of love and marriage. You have thought of marriage, haven't you?
Mewsette: [Mewsette hides half of her face with her tail, bashfully] Yes. I... I suppose I have.
Meowrice: Good. Then I know just the one for you. Here's his picture. [showing Mewsette a picture] His name is Henry Pfft of Pittsburgh Pennsylvania U.S.A.
Mewsette: [looks at the picture with disgust] You mean you want me to marry this... this fat old...
Meowrice: [interrupting Mewsette] You are as bright as you are pretty my dear, so please get into the basket like a good little bride to be.
[The henchcats show her the basket]
Mewsette: [frightened] Who are they?
Meowrice: Business associates Cheri, just get into the basket and you won't have to look at them anymore.
Mewsette: Into the basket? No, oh no!
Meowrice: [mocking her] Yes, oh yes!, you are going to Pittsburgh to marry that rich American, isn't that what you wanted? Isn't that why you left the farm?
Mewsette: Yes, I mean no. [crying] I just, I just want Juane Tom. [continues crying]
Meowrice: Juane Tom? You mean the world's greatest mouser? [laughs] Why, Jaune Tom is probably in Alaska about now.
Mewsette: He is not, you're lying, just like you did about everything else!
Meowrice: [coming toward her] Call it a weakness, now get into the basket!
Mewsette: No I won't, I'm not going to marry anybody! [runs away]
Meowrice: [perturbed] Get rid of that dog, you bumbling idiots!
Bulldog: Your whiskers tickle, cats, and since I can't stand to be tickled by no cats, I'm gonna tear your tails off and have 'em for breakfast.
Meowrice: [pleading with him] We understand your feelings, sir. Nothing like cat's tails for breakfast... [motioning toward Mewsette, who ducks safely] But back there among those barrels is a...
[The bulldog growls at him and the henchcats and attacks them.]
Meowrice: Yeow! No, please! Let's talk this over! [He continues to be attacked by the bulldog as he yelps in pain while Mewsette flees in fright]
Meowrice: [angry] After all I've done for you, taught you everything I know, made you despicable scoundrels beyond compare! [The Shadow Cat finish putting the bandages on their master, who is groaning in pain] And what happens?! You meet one little dog, and I, Meowrice, have to save your miserable, worthless lives! [The Shadow Cats listen to their master's rant, somehow being used to it] Now, get out there and find Mewsette!
Man: Brave country, is it not, mes amis? [The man has a pickaxe in his left hand] This weather, she is a little nippy for cats. [chuckles] You could call it "catnip weather. Ho-ho, catnip weather, no? [He chuckles as Robespierre bounces behind him] No. Oh, well. I am discouraged, too. We come for gold, we find cold. [Jaune-Tom trudges behind them, feeling discouraged, too] I'll tell you what: Let's join the Foreign Legion. We go to Africa and get warm again, eh? [At that moment, a mouse pops out of a bank of snow. Jaune-Tom senses its presence, bolts up the side of the mountain, and digs for the mouse and also... gold nuggets] [notices Jaune-Tom digging into the mountain] Mon dieu! Little turtle, look! [Robespierre bumps into his leg and falls down into the snow] We've struck it rich!
Robespierre: [Robespierre spots the gold on the mountain and bounds his way up the mountain] [to Jaune-Tom, excited] Jaune-Tom, we're rich! We're rich! [Jaune-Tom is still digging up a chockfull of gold nuggets, until he brings out his head with the mouse in his mouth. He looks at his friend who comes along and looks at the gold] Wow! Whoopee! Hehehehe! Yahoo! We're rich! [He tosses up piles of gold] Now, we can go back! Yahoooooo!

Taglines

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  • Vive La Fun!... Vive La Joy!... Vive La Judy!...
  • Vive La Coolest Cat Who Ever Captured The Happy Heart Of Paris!

Voice cast

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