Narrator quotes from Thomas & Friends

[let off a lot of steam] WHOOSH!

Keep out!

Stop fooling! I'm tired!

So are we. We're tired of you. We like Diesel. We don't like you. You tell tales about us to the trucks.

I don't!

You do!

I don't!

You DO!

The Fat Controller came to stop the noise.

Duck called me a galloping sausage!

Rusty red scrap iron!

I'm old square wheels!

Well, Duck?

Duck considered.

I only wish, Sir, that I thought of those names myself. If the dome fits...!

He made trucks laugh at us.

The Fat Director recovered. He'd been trying not to laugh himself.

Did you, Duck?

Certainly not, Sir. No steam engine would be as mean as that.

[after crashing into the barber shop] Beg pardon, sir. Excuse my intrusion.

No, I won't. You frightened my customers. I'll teach you!

And he lathered Duck's face all over. Poor Duck. Thomas was helping to pull the trucks away when the Fat Controller arrived.

I do not like engines popping through my walls!

I appreciate your feeling, but you must know that this engine and his crew have prevented a serious accident. It was a very close shave.

Oh. Oh, excuse me!

He filled a basin of water to wash Duck's face.

I'm sorry. I didn't know you were being a brave engine.

That's all right, sir. I didn't know that, either.

You were very brave, indeed. I'm proud of you!

Edward says we need... a... a depot station!

Of course! The question is...

What is a... desperation?

It's when engines tell the Fat Controller something's wrong.

Did you say "tell the Fat Controller"?

There was a long silence.

I propose that Percy be our... uh... disputation.

I?! I can't!

Rubbish, Percy! It's easy.

That's settled, then.

Poor Percy wished it wasn't.

Hello, Percy. It's nice to be back.

Percy jumped.

Uh, uh, yes, Sir! Yes, Sir! Please, Sir!

You look nervous, Percy. What's the matter?

Please, Sir, they've made me a "desperation", Sir, uh, to speak to you, Sir. I don't like it, Sir.

The Fat Controller pondered.

Do you mean a deputation, Percy?

Yes, Sir, please, Sir. Uh, it's Donald and Douglas, Sir. They say, Sir, that if you send them away, Sir, well, they'll be turned into scrap, Sir. That would be dreadful, Sir. Uh, please, Sir, don't send them away!

Thank you, Percy. That will do.

You know just where to stop, Thomas. You could almost manage it without me.

Thomas had become conceited. He didn't realize his driver was joking.

[firmly] You are a very naughty engine.

[with guilt] I know, Sir. I'm sorry, Sir.

Thomas' voice was muffled behind his bush.

[calmly] You must go to the works and have your front mended. It will be a long job.

Yes, Sir.

Meanwhile, a diesel rail car will do your work.

A-A-A d-diesel, Sir?

Yes, Thomas. Diesels always stay in their sheds till they are wanted. Diesels never gallivant off to breakfast in stationmasters' houses.

Do they expect me to pull that?

Surely. You can pull 1 van.

I won't! Percy can do it! He loves messing about with trucks.

She began to shudder violently.

Nonsense. Come on, now. Back down!

Daisy lurched backwards, she was so cross that she blew a fuse.

Told you!

My engines work hard. I send lazy engines away!

Daisy was ashamed.

However, Toby says you worked hard after Percy's accident. So, you shall have another chance.

Thank you, Sir! I will work hard, Sir. Toby says he'll help me.

Excellent! What Toby doesn't know about Branch Line problems isn't worth knowing. Our Toby's an experienced engine!

[examine oil left at the scene of the crime] That's diesel.

It's a what'll?

A diseasel, I think. There's a notice about them in our shed.

"Coughs and sneezles spread diseasels."

You had a cough in your smokebox yesterday. It's your fault that the Diseasel came.

It isn't!

It is!

Stop arguing, you 2. Let's go and rescue our trucks.

Bill and Ben were horrified!

But the Diseasel will magic us away like the trucks!

He won't magic us. We'll more likely magic him!

[looks up at Bill] Do you mind?

Yes. I do. I want my trucks, please.

These are mine. Go away!

Bill pretended to be frightened.

You're a big bully! You'll be sorry!

He ran back and hid behind the trucks on the other side. Ben now came forward.

Truck-stealer!

He ran away too. Bill took his place.

It's not fair.

What isn't fair?

Letting branch line diesels pull main line trains.

Never mind, Gordon. I'm sure BoCo will let you pull his trucks sometimes.

Gordon spluttered.

I won't pull BoCo's dirty trucks! I won't run on branch lines!

Why not? It would be a nice change.

The Fat Controller would never approve. Branch lines are vulgar!

What's that?

SHH! It's Gordon.

It looks like Gordon, but it can't be. Gordon never comes on the branch lines. He thinks them vulgar.

Gordon pretended he hadn't heard them.

If it isn't Gordon, it's just a pile of old iron.

Which we'd better take to the scrap yard.

No, Bill. This lot's useless for scrap. We'll take it to the harbor and dump it in the sea.

Gordon was alarmed.

I am Gordon! STOP! STOP!

We've loosened the couplings, Edward. Now you can pick up your coaches one by one, just as you do with trucks.

That'll be much easier. Come on!

The first coach moving helped to start the second and the second helped the third.

I've done it! I've done it!

Steady, boy. Well done, boy. You've got them, you've got them.

And he listened happily to Edward's steady beat, as he forged slowly but surely ahead. At last, battered, weary, but unbeaten, Edward steamed in the big station.

[whistles as if he were a ghost] WHEESH!

Percy gave a ghostly whistle.

Don't be frightened, Thomas. It's only me!

Your ugly fizz is enough to frighten everyone. You're like...

Ugly, indeed! I'm....

A green caterpillar with red stripes. You crawl like one, too.

I don't!

Who's been late every afternoon this week?

It's the hay!

I can't help that. Time's time, and the Fat Controller relies on me to keep it. I can't if you crawl in the hay until all hours.

Green caterpillar, indeed!

[tired of the blizzard] All I want is a warm boiler. Fire lighter knows that. He's late!

He's not late. This weather woke us up early.

Gusts of wind swirled around the shed, tossing flakes of snow towards Thomas. Then they swooshed around Percy, too.

Why don't we talk about something else?

Yes, like how silly we'll look when our funnels turn into icicles.

That's not funny. Maybe we'll stop feeling cold if we talk about warm things, like sunshine and steam.

And fire lighters.

[pictures himself in a scarf] Scarves!

Scarves?! That's what you need, Percy. A woolly scarf around your funnel.