Badger:
Do you mean to say you don't promise never to touch a motorcar again?
Toad:
On the contrary! I faithfully promise that the first motor car I see...
[puts on his driving gogles]
Toad:
Poop poop!
[repeated line]
Reggie:
Oh, I say!
Reggie's wife:
Reggie!
Toad:
[flags down Reggie, the motorist] I say, I wonder if you could help me. Having a spot of bother with me car.
Reggie:
Oh? Wh-wh-what sort of bother?
Toad:
Um... em... it's the... uh... crankshaft... it's um... flat.
Reggie:
Really? Ah ha... I should be able to fix that.
Reggie's Wife:
Oh, shall I come too Reggie?
[gets out of the car]
Reggie:
Uh. Wh-wh-wh-where's your machine?
Toad:
[gestures to a spot behind him] Oh... it's over there. If you'd just take a look at it?
Reggie:
Oh c-certainly old bean. Anything for a fellow motorist.
[as soon as they move away from their car, Mr. Toad gets in, puts it in gear and drives away]
Reggie:
Oh, I say!
[they see Mr. Toad driving down the road erratically, laughing, honking the horn]
Reggie's Wife:
Oh. Reggie.
Warden:
[to Mr. Toad] I've been told you are a criminal of deepest guilt, and matchless artfulness and resource... whatever that means.
Reggie:
[after seeing Mr. Toad, dressed as a Washerwoman, escape from the police on a train] Say, isn't that the frog who stole my car?
Reggie:
[chasing Mr. Toad in a train]
[shouting]
Reggie:
I say old bean, where's my car?
Reggie's Wife:
Oh Reggie.
Mole:
[after crashing his second car] You know, I really am worried about Toad.
Rat:
Oh, don't you worry. It's just another one of his passions. He'll grow out of it.
Toad:
[off in the distance] Poop-poop!
Rat:
I hope.
Toad:
[having just overflown his friends in his new airplane] Ha ha! Hello you fellows!
Rat:
You maniac!
Badger:
LOCK HIM UP!
Mole:
Toad! This time you've gone too far!
Toad:
Hang motoring! This is the life!復(fù)制復(fù)制成功復(fù)制失敗，請(qǐng)手動(dòng)復(fù)制
