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Allan-a-Dale: Oh, incidentally, I'm Allan-a-Dale, a minstrel. That's an early-day folk singer. And my job is to tell it like it is. Or was, or whatever.
Little John: You know something, Robin? You're taking too many chances.
Robin Hood: Chances? You must be joking. That just a bit of a lark, Little John.
Little John: Yeah? Take a look at your hat. That's not a candle on a cake.
Robin Hood: Hello. This one almost had my name on it, didn't it? They're getting better, you know. You've got to admit it. They are getting better.
Little John: The next time that sheriff'll probably have a rope around our necks. Pretty hard to laugh hangin' there, Rob.
Robin Hood: Ha! The sheriff and his whole posse couldn't lift you off the ground. En garde!
Little John: Hey, watch it, Rob. That's the only hat I've got.
Robin Hood: Oh, come along. You worry too much, old boy.
Little John: You know something, Robin? I was just wonderin'. Are we good guys or bad guys? You know. I mean, our robbin' the rich to feed the poor.
Robin Hood: Rob? That's a naughty word. We never rob. We just sort of borrow a bit from those who can afford it.
Little John: Borrow? Boy, are we in debt.
Robin Hood: That sounds like another collection day for the poor. Eh, Johnny boy?
Little John: Yeah. Sweet charity.
Prince John: Taxes! Taxes! Beautiful, lovely taxes!
Sir Hiss: Sire, you have an absolute skill for encouraging contributions from the poor.
Prince John: To coin a phrase, my dear counselor, rob the poor to feed the rich. Am I right? Tell me, what is the next stop, Sir Hiss?
Sir Hiss: Uh, let me see. Oh! Yes. The next stop is Nottingham, sire.
Prince John: Oh! The richest plum of them all. Notting... ham.
Sir Hiss: A perfect fit, sire. Most becoming. You look regal, dignified, sincere, masterful, noble, chival...
Prince John: Uh, don't overdo it, Hiss. There. That, I believe, does it. This crown gives me a feeling of power! Forgive me a cruel chuckle. Power.
Sir Hiss: And how well King Richard's crown sits on your noble brow.
Prince John: Doesn't it? Uh, King Richard? Look, I've told you never to mention my brother's name!
Sir Hiss: A mere slip of the forked tongue, Your Majesty. We're in this plot together, if you don't mind my saying so. And remember, it was your idea I hypnotized him and...
Prince John: I know. And sent him off on that crazy crusade.
Sir Hiss: Much to the sorrow of the Queen Mother.
Prince John: Yes! Mother. Mother always did like Richard best.
Sir Hiss: Your Highness, please don't do that. If you don't mind my saying so, you see, you have a very loud thumb. Hypnotism could rid you of your psychosis so easily.
Prince John: No! None of that! None of that.
Sir Hiss: Well, I was only trying to help.
Prince John: I wonder. Silly serpent.
Sir Hiss: "Silly serpent"?
Prince John: Now look here. One more hiss out of you Hiss, and you are walking to Nottingham.
Sir Hiss: Snakes don't walk. They slither.
Little John: Now what about that for luck? It's only a circus. A peanut operation.
Robin Hood: "Peanuts"? Why, you dunce. That's the royal coach. It's Prince John himself.
Little John: The prince? Wait a minute. There's a law against robbin' royalty. I'll catch you later.
Robin Hood: What? And miss this chance to perform before royalty?
Little John: Ah! Here we go again.
Robin Hood: Oo-de-lally! Oo-de-lally! Fortune tellers!
Little John: Fortunes forecast! Lucky charms!
Robin Hood: Get the dope with your horoscope.
Prince John: Fortune tellers! How droll. Uh, stop the coach.
Sir Hiss: Sire, sire, they may be bandits.
Prince John: Oh, poppycock. Female bandits? What next? Rubbish.
Prince John: Um, my dear ladies, you have my permission to kiss the royal hands. Whichever you like... first.
Robin Hood: Mmm! Oh! How gracious! And generous.
Sir Hiss: Sire! Sire! Did you see what they...?
Prince John: Stop! Stop hissing in my ear.
Sir Hiss: Ah!
Prince John: Hiss! Oh, you've hissed your last hiss. Suspicious snake.
Robin Hood: Masterfully done, Your Excellency.
Robin Hood: Now close your eyes and concentrate. Close your eyes. Tight shut. No peeking, sire. From the mists of time, come forth, spirits. Yoo-hoo!
Little John: OK, little fireflies. Glow, babies, glow.
Robin Hood: We're waiting. Ah, oh! Look, sire. Look!
Prince John: Oh! Incredible. Floating spirits.
Robin Hood: Ah, oh! Naughty, naughty. You mustn't touch, young man.
Prince John: Oh, how dare you strike the royal hand.
Robin Hood: Shh! Shh! You'll break the spell. Just gaze into the crystal ball. Oo-de-lally! Oo-de-lal... Oh! A face appears. A crown is on his noble brow. Oo-de-lally!
Prince John: A crown! How exciting!
Robin Hood: His face is handsome, regal, majestic, loveable, a cuddly face.
Prince John: Handsome, regal, oh! Majestic. Loveable. Yes, yes. Cuddly. Oh, that's me to a T. It really is. Yes.
Robin Hood: Ooh!
Prince John: Now what?
Robin Hood: I see, your illustrious name.
Prince John: I know my name! Get on with it!
Robin Hood: Your name will go down, down, down, in history, of course.
Prince John: Yes! I knew it! I knew it! Do you hear that, Hiss? Oh, you... He's in the basket.
Little John: What have we here? Solid-gold hubcaps. Oo-de-lally. The jackpot.
Alan-a-Dale tells us the story
That just a bit of a lark, Little John
That's the royal coach, it's Prince John himself