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Robin Hood 4 Characters

Robin Hood (a fox) "Faint hearts never won fair lady.";
Little John (a bear) "Are we good guys or bad guys?";
Friar Tuck (a badger) "Look, our poor box is like our church... empty.";
Maid Marian (a vixen) "Well, thank you, my thin-legged archer, I wish you luck with all my heart";
Lady Cluck (a chicken) "Ah, me. Young love. Oh, it's a grand thing.";
Allan-a-Dale (a rooster) "And my job is to tell it like it is. Or was, or whatever.";
King Richard (a lion) "leads the great crusade";
Prince John (a lion) "I make the rules, and since I am the head man...";
Sir Hiss (a snake) "Remember, only you and I know, and your secret is my secret.";
Sheriff of Nottingham (a wolf) "Listen, scissorbill, if you shoot half as good as you blabbermouth, you're better'n Robin Hood.";
Otto the Blacksmith (a dog) "Oh, take it easy on me, sheriff.";
Father Sexton (a mouse) "What does that big-bellied bully want?";
Mother Church (a mouse) "Oh, how can there be any
hope with that tyrant";
Trigger (a vulture) "I got a feelin' in my bones there's gonna be a jailbreak any minute.";
Nutsy (a vulture) "Hey, here come the bride, Trigger. Present arms!";
Captain of the Guards (a crocodile) "The final contestants are the honorable sheriff of Nottingham and the spindle-legged stork from Devonshire.";
Mother Rabbit (a rabbit) "Oh, Robin Hood. You've risked so much to keep our hopes alive. Bless you.";
Skippy (a rabbit) "Well, upon my word, the notorious Robin Hood.";
Sis (a rabbit) "They're kissing!";
Tagalong (a rabbit) "Mama said you and Robin Hood are sweethearts.";
Toby (a turtle) "I'm scared of Prince John. He's cranky."

Script 4 Little John: Yeah, but your mom ain't here. You gotta fool old bushel britches. Robin Hood: Sheriff, Your Honor? Sheriff of Nottingham: Yeah. Robin Hood: Meetin' ya face-to-face is a real treat. A real treat. Sheriff of Nottingham: Well, now, thank you. Oh, excuse me. I gotta go win this tournament. Little John: Hey, old Rob's not a bad actor. But wait till he sees this scene I lay on Prince John. Ah! Me lord. My esteemed royal sovereign of the realm. The head man himself. Prince John: You're beautiful. He has style, eh, Hiss? Little John: You took the words right out of my mouth, PJ. Prince John: "PJ"! I like that. Do you know I do? Hiss, put it on my luggage. PJ. PJ. Yes.Hmph! And you? Sir Hiss: Who might you be, sir? Little John: I am Sir Reginald, duke of Chutney. And don't stick your tongue out at me, kid. And now, Your Mightiness, allow me to lay some protocol on you. Prince John: Oh, no. Uh, forgive me, but I lose more jewels that way than... Please sit down. Little John: Thanks, PJ. Couldn't get a better seat than this, could you? The royal box. Oh! Hey! Hey, wait a minute! What's... Oh, excuse me, buster. Sir Hiss: "Buster"? You, sir, have taken my seat. Prince John: Hiss, with you around, who needs a court jester? Now get out there and keep your snake eyes open for you know who. Sir Hiss: You... You mean, I... I'm being dismissed? Little John: You heard His Mightiness. Move it, creepy. Get lost. Begone, long one. Sir Hiss: What cheek! "Creepy"? "Buster"? "Long one"? Who does that dopey duke think he is? Alan-a-Dale:Now, he's up to somethin', Friar. Friar Tuck: Yeah. Come on! Robin Hood: Ah, Your Ladyship. Beggin' your pardon, but it's a great honor to be shootin' for the favor of a lovely lady like yourself. I hopes I win the kiss. Maid Marian: Oh! Well, thank you, my thin-legged archer. I wish you luck with all my heart. Sir Hiss: Hmm... I wonder. Captain of the Guards: Your Highness, with your royal permission, we are ready to begin. Prince John: Proceed, captain! Captain of the Guards: The tournament of the golden arrow will now begin. Toby: Yay, Dad! Prince John: A perfect bull's-eye. Well, well. Little John: That's what you call pullin' it back and lettin' it go, PJ. Robin Hood: I'm gonna win that golden arrow, and then I'm gonna present meself to the lovely Maid Marian and... Sheriff of Nottingham: Listen, scissorbill, if you shoot half as good as you blabbermouth, you're better'n Robin Hood. Robin Hood: Robin Hood, he says! Wowee! I'm tiptop, all right, but I'm not as good as he is. Little John: That kid's got class. Ain't he, PJ? Prince John: Indeed he has, Reggie. Bravo! Uh, bravo! Yes. Robin Hood: Oh, um, by the way. I hear you're havin' a bit of trouble gettin' your hands on that Robin Hood. Sheriff of Nottingham: He's scared of me, that's what he is. You notice he didn't show up here today. Huh! I could spot him through them phony disguises. Sir Hiss: It's him! It's Robin Hood! I just can't wait till I tell His Majesty. Sir Hiss: Unhand me, you... Please, please! I don't drink! Captain of the Guards: Attention, everyone. The final contestants are the honorable sheriff of Nottingham and the spindle-legged stork from Devonshire. Prince John: My dear, I suspect you favor the gangly youth, hmm? Maid Marian: Uh, why, yes, sire. Well, at least he amuses me. Prince John: Coincidently, my dear young lady, he amuses me too. Captain of the Guards: For the final shootout, move the target back three paces. Sheriff of Nottingham: You heard him, Nutsy! Get goin'! Move it, you birdbrain. And remember what you're supposed to do. Nutsy: Yes, sir, sheriff, sir. Sheriff of Nottingham: Well, that shot wins the golden arrow, the kiss and the whole caboodle. Friar Tuck: Yay! He did it, he did it, he did it! Prince John: Archer, I commend you, and because of your superior skill, you shall get what is coming to you. Our royal congratulations. Robin Hood: Oh, thank you kindly, Your Highness. Meetin' you face-to-face, Your High and Mighty, is a real treat. Prince John: Release the royal fingers. Ah! And now I name you the winner, or, more appropriately the loser! Seize him. Prince John: I sentence you to sudden, instant and even immediate death! Maid Marian: Oh, no! Oh! Please. Please, sire. I beg of you to spare his life. Please have mercy. Prince John: My dear emotional lady, why should I? Maid Marian: Because I love him, Your Highness. Prince John: Love him? And does this prisoner return your love? Robin Hood: Marian, my darling, I love you more than life itself. Prince John: Ah, young love. Your pleas have not fallen upon a heart of stone but traitors to the crown must die! Robin Hood: Traitor to the crown? That crown belongs to King Richard. Long live King Richard! Prince John: Enough! I am king! King! King! Ah! Off with his head!

Prince John and Little John
Prince John and Little John
  Allan-a-Dale and Friar Tuck
Allan-a-Dale and Friar Tuck
  Robin Hood as The spindle-legged stork from Devonshire
Robin Hood as The spindle-legged stork from Devonshire
  I name you the winner, or, more appropriately the loser
I name you the winner, or, more appropriately the loser