Thomas & Friends Season 1 quotes

You don't understand, little Thomas. We tender engines have a position to keep up. It doesn't matter where you go, but we are important. And for the Fat Controller to make us do shunting, fetch coaches, and go on some of those dirty sidings, it's... It's... Well, it's not the proper thing.

Well, well! Are you playing roundabouts?

Poor James feeling quite giddy rolled off to the shed without a word. That night, the three engines had an indignation meeting.

It's shameful to treat tender engines like this, Gordon has to go backwards and people think he's a tank engine, James spins around like a top and everyone laughs at us! And to add to that, the Fat Controller makes us all shunt in dirty sidings.

Blegh! Listen.

He whispered something to the others.

We'll do it tomorrow. The Fat Controller will look silly.

The engines had decided to go on strike.

Come along, Henry. It's time your train was ready.

Henry's not going. We won't shunt like common tank engines. That was Thomas' job. We are important tender engines. You fetch our coaches, and we will pull them. Tender engines don't shunt.

Oh, indeed! We'll see about that. Engines on my railway do as they are told.

The yard has never been the same since Thomas left to run his branch line.

Bless me! What a noise!

They all hiss me, Sir. They say tender engines don't shunt, and last night, they said I have black wheels. I haven't, have I, Sir?

No, Edward. You have nice, blue ones, and I'm proud of you. Tender engines do shunt. But all the same, we do need another tank engine here.

[about to crash into Percy] OH! GET OUT OF MY WAY!

[helps Percy out of the earth bank] Well done, Percy. You started so quickly that you stopped a nasty accident.

I'm sorry I was cheeky. You were clever to stop.

I suffer dreadfully, and no one cares.

Rubbish, Henry! You don't work hard enough.

How are you, Henry?

Peep-Peep! I feel fine!

Have you a good fire, Driver?

Never better, Sir, and plenty of steam.

No record breaking. Don't push him too hard.

Henry won't need pushing, Sir. I'll have to hold him back.

[pulls out of the harbor] Come on! Come on! Don't be silly! Don't be silly!

Trock-trick! Trock-trick! All right! All right!

That's better. That's better.

Clouds of smoke and steam poured from his funnel into the cold air, and the fire's light shone brightly.

Hurry, hurry, hurry!

They were going well. The light grew better. Signal lights shown green as they passed.

The signal was down, Sir.

Cheer up, Henry. It wasn't your fault. Ice and snow caused the accident. I'm sending you to Crewe, a fine place for sick engines. They'll give you a new shape and a larger firebox. You'll feel a different engine, and you won't need special coal anymore. Won't that be nice?

[doubtful] Yes, sir.

Why should Henry have a new shape? A shape good enough for me is good enough for him. He goes gallivanting off to Crewe, leaving us to do his work, and comes back saying how happy he feels. It's disgraceful! And there's another thing: Henry whistles too much! No respectable engine ever whistles loudly at stations. It isn't wrong, but we just don't do it!

Henry has plenty of ashes. Please keep all windows shut till we pass the bridge. Henry's as excited as we are. Aren't you, old fellow?

Henry was feeling "stuffed-up".

Come on, Grandfather! Do look at this engine.

That's a tram engine, Stephen.

Is it electric?

[angrily] WHOOSH!

Shh! You've offended him!

But trams are electric, aren't they?

They are mostly, but this is a steam tram.

May we go in it, Grandfather? Please?

[to the guard] STOP!

Hip-Hip-Hooray!

But Toby didn't sing.

Electric, indeed. Electric, indeed.

Where's your cowcatcher?

But I don't catch cows, sir.

Don't be funny.

He looked at Thomas' wheels.

No side plates either.

And he wrote in his notebook.

Engines going on public roads must have their wheels covered and a cowcatcher in front to protect people and animals from being dragged under the wheels if they stray onto the line. [directly to Thomas] You haven't, so you are dangerous.

Rubbish! We've been along here hundreds of times and never had an accident.

That makes it worse.

He wrote "Regular Lawbreaker" in his book. Thomas puffed sadly away.