Thomas & Friends quotes

[approaches the shed] Good morning.

The two engines had not worked with Diesel for a long time.

What are you doing here?!

Your worthy Fat - uh, Sir Topham Hatt sent me. I hope you are pleased to see me again. I am to shunt some dreadfully tiresome trucks.

Shunt where?

Where? Why from here to there. And then again, from there to here. Easy, isn't it?

With that, Diesel, as if he was to make himself quite clear, bumped some trucks hard.

OH!

GRR!

[to Diesel, after his mishap with the trucks earlier] The harbor master has told me everything. Things worked much better here before you arrived. I shall not be inviting you back! Now, Duck and Percy, I hope you won't mind having to handle the work by yourselves again.

Oh, no, Sir.

Yes, please, Sir.

Listen! Can you hear a strange whistling sound?

It's the wind blowing outside our shed. But I've never heard it like this before.

Do you know? If Gordon wasn't here now, I'd say it was him thundering by with the Express.

[after the forest is damaged] Oh, dear. I wish there was something we could do to make things better again.

Yes, indeed. But what? We can't mend broken trees.

[sees Gordon covered in mud] Hello, Gordon. You look as if you've had a mud bath. Be a sensible engine and have a shower instead.

I haven't time to dawdle over my appearance like fussy tank engines do.

The wind blew stronger.

Phew, Gordon! Slow down!

This made Gordon even crosser.

I'll be dirty and late, dirty and late!

At the next station was a sign "All trains must wash down daily." James had just finished being cleaned.

Come on, Gordon. You'll feel better, too, after a good hosedown.

BAH!

You're a very naughty engine! Now James will need another shower! You'll have to wait your turn till later!

Good riddance! I'm far too busy to waste time with water!

[bumping trucks] That's for you, and you, and you!

Trucks will be trucks.

They won't with me. I'll teach them.

Thomas was shunting shining new coaches.

Good morning, James!

Are those coaches for me?

No. These are for Gordon's Express. I'll fetch your trucks next.

But James was going to play a trick on the other engines.

Actually, Thomas, I'm taking the coaches. The Fat Controller asked me to tell you.

What about the trucks?

Uh, give them to Gordon.

Come on, Thomas. Orders are orders.

[having heard of James' recent antics] Some jokes are funny, but not this one, James. You have caused confusion!

[disappointedly] Yes, Sir.

You will now stay in your shed until you are wanted.

Bother! It's that dizzy thing Harold!

[lands] Good morning. I always said railways were out of date, but you're so slow with the mail. You should give everyone their stamps back. Post haste! [flies off]

Percy was too tired to explain.

Bird brain!

Thank goodness I have a chance to speak to you. Driver says that the person in charge of the post has complained to the Fat Controller about the delay last night.

But that wasn't my fault!

I know! And so does the Fat Controller. But this post person wouldn't listen. Tonight, we'll just have to be quicker than ever before.

The engines were just leaving the station when they heard a familiar buzzing.

I say, you two, there's news flying about.

Where?!

All over the place. They're going to scrap the mail train and use me instead. Wings work wonders, you know. [flies off again] Always.

Rubbish!

Cheer up. It's a beautiful day.

Yes, but not for James.

What's the matter?

He's sick!

Yes, he is. I- I mean, I am! I don't feel well at all.

Don't worry. I'll help out if you're ill.

I'm sorry about your accident. And so is Gordon. We didn't mean to get you into trouble.

No, indeed! A mere misunderstanding, Thomas. All's well that ends well.

[to Mavis] I can't waste time playing "Hunt the Trucks" with you. Take them yourself!

I warned her!

She's young yet. And...

She can manage her trucks herself!

They're your trucks, really. Mavis is supposed to stay at the Quarry. If the Fat Controller finds out...

Hmm, yes.

Cheer up, Mavis.

Mavis was still remembering the trouble she'd had with trucks.

[about her previous troubles] Manager says I don't listen to his advice. He says I've no business jauntering down Toby's line. Toby's a fusspot!

Toby has forgotten more about trucks than you will ever know. You must put the trucks where he wants them, then you'll be a Really Useful Engine. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to take these stones to the harbor.