Thomas & Friends Season 2 quotes

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.

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!

[having refused to pull the milk truck] It's fitter's orders!

What is?

My fitter's a very nice man. He comes every week and examines me carefully. "Daisy", he says, "Never, never pull. You're highly sprung, and pulling is bad for your swerves". So that's how it is.

Stuff and nonsense!

I can't understand. Whatever made Sir Topham Hatt send us such a feeble...?

Feeble? FEEBLE?! Let me!

Stop arguing! We're late already!

Hello, Percy. I see Daisy's left the milk again.

I'll have to make a special journey with it, I suppose. Anyone would think I had nothing to do.

Tell you what, I'll take the milk. You take my trucks.

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!

Did you see him straining?

Positively painful.

Just pathetic! He should give up and be preserved before it's too late!

Shut up! You're all jealous. Edward's better than any of you!

You're right, Duck. Edward's old but he'll surprise us all.

[finally puffs out of Knapford] I've done it! We're off! I've done it! We're off!