Thomas & Friends quotes

[about to take Percy to the works] Well, well, well. Did you like the water?

No!

I am surprised. You need more determination, Percy. Water's nothing to an engine with determination, you know. Perhaps you will like it better next time.

Percy is quite determined that there won't be a "next time".

[groan while Diesel tries pulling them] We can't! We won't!

[singing at Diesel] Trucks are waiting in the yard, tackling them with ease'll

Shut up! [bumps the noisy trucks hard] I'm sorry our trucks were rude to you, Diesel.

Diesel was still furious.

It's all your fault. You made them laugh at me.

Nonsense. Duck would never do that. We engines have our differences but we never talk about them to the trucks. That would be dis-dis...

Disgraceful!

Disgusting!

Despicable!

[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.

Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah! We've broken away! We've broken away! Chase him! Bump him! Throw him off the rails!

[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!

Time's time. Why should I keep my passengers waiting while Henry and James dawdle about all day on viaducts?

Don't blame me. If we hurried across the viaduct, it might collapse, and then, you'd have no passengers at all. What would you do then?

Run my train on time, for one thing.

What's the matter? You should be at the station now. You're late.

I feel dreadful. All upset inside! And driver says he can't make me better. Thank goodness you're late, too. Can you take my passengers, please? They'll never get home, otherwise.

Of course.

Ye're a muckle nuisance! It's to leave ye behind I'd be wantin'.

You can't! I'm essential!

Och! Are you? Ye're naethin' but a screechin' an' a noise when all's said an' done. Spite Doggie, wad ye? TAKE THAT!

OW! OOH!

There's more comin' should ye misbehave!

I am disappointed, Donald. I didn't expect such um... clumsiness from you. I had decided to send Douglas back and keep you.

I'm sorry, Sir.

I should think so, too. You have upset my arrangements. Now, James will have to help with the goods work while you have your tender mended. James won't like that.

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.