Make Mine Music

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Make Mine Music is a 1946 American animated anthology film produced by Walt Disney and released to theatres on April 20, 1946.

Dialogue[edit]

Lady: [after the phone call] Oh, boy!
Lady: [hears the car horn honk] HEY!
Andy Russell: I'm so lonely and blue
When I'm without you
I don't know what I'd do,
Sweetheart, without you
The joy and tears that love endears
Would have no meaning
If I didn't have you to keep me dreaming
At the close of each day,
When I'm without you,
And my heart kneels to pray,
I pray about you
You take a star
And lead it far away from heaven,
And the star will be lost, as I'm lost without you
Coach: Listen, ya bunch of bush leaguers. This here is the ninth inning, in case you don't know it. It's the windup, the blow off. Come on now, unbutton your shirts. Now get in there and fight! Who's up next? Cooney!
Narrator (Jerry Colonna): The coach was really worried when Cooney went to bat. All he had to offer was three hundred pounds of fat. Ah, but Cooney was determined, and he tried to do he worst. He kept his batting average alright. And as usual... died, at first. (...) Barrows was the next one up and Barrows made a hit. Wow, he smacked a beauty right in the pitcher's mitt!
Umpire: You're... OUT!
Narrator: Ah, but Flynn preceded Casey, of all the stupid guys. The bat is getting in his hair. Now the hair is getting in his bat. Egad, he let drive a single much to his own surprise. (...) The next one in the lineup was No-Hit Jimmy Blake. Of all the mugs in Mudville, he was the biggest fake. But he was really blazing and to the wonderment of all, Blake the fake tore the cover off the ball! (...) And when the dust had lifted and they saw what had occurred, there was Jimmy safe at second and Flynn a-huggin'third. Cozy, isn't it?
Umpire: You're... SAFE!
Crowd: [chanting] We want Casey! WE WANT CASEY! WE WANT CASEY!
Ladies from the stands: CASEY! [giggling]
(sung)
Narrator: Oh... Casey's the guy with his eye on the ball
But mostly the ladies
Casey's the guy whose the idol of all
But mostly the ladies
Chorus: Casey is mighty and manly
Casey's a dangerous gent
Narrator: Egad, when he goes to bat, hang onto your hat
He's batting a thousand percent with the ladies
Oh, Casey has nerve and he knows every curve
He's no hokey pokey
Umpire: Oof!
He gets away with that old double play
He's sure okey dokey
He makes all the ladies go, "Ga-ga, it's true"
No wonder they swoon when he comes into view
He was the Sinatra of 1902
Casey, the pride of them all
Narrator: The pitcher is winding up and here comes the pitch!
Casey: That ain't my style!
Umpire: STRIKE... ONE!
Narrator: With a smile of Christian charity great Casey's visage shone. He stilled the rising tumult and bade the game go on. The pitcher is winding up, and here comes the pitch again.
Umpire: STRIKE... TWO!
Narrator: "Fraud," cried the maddened thousands, and the echo answered, "Fraud!" But one scornful look from Casey... and the audience was awed. They saw his face go stern and cold. They saw his muscles strain. And they knew that Casey would not let that ball go by again.
Narrator: The sneer is gone from Casey's lip. His teeth are clenched in hate. He pounds with cruel violence his bat upon the plate. And now the pitcher holds the ball... And now he lets it go... And now the air is shattered by the force of Casey's BLOW...!!!
Chorus: (sung) Somewhere in this favored land
The sun is shining bright
Somewhere bands are playing sweet
And somewhere hearts are light
Narrator: (sung) Somewhere, men are laughing...Oh-ho-ho-ho-ho!
Somewhere, children-a shoooooout!
[A thunderstorm goes on in the Mudville baseball field after the game was over]
Narrator: But there is no joy in Mudville; Mighty Casey has struck out!
[Casey sobs, then throws a tantrum missing his swings trying to hit the baseball]
Chorus & Narrator: [sung] Casey the pride of them all...!
Narrator: What do you know? The game is over.
Dinah Shore: Two silhouettes
Together in the afterglow
Two silhouettes
Become as one when lights are low
And with the night slumbering on
We'll build a dream for two
A perfect dream set to a theme
Lovely as you
Two hearts on fire
Will soon inspire the stars to dance
The flames that stray will light the way
To our romance
And when I hold you in my arms
To my heart's delight
Two silhouettes will drift away
Into the night
Narrator (Sterling Holloway): Now, this is the story of... uh.... "Peter and the Wolf". As you know, in the musical score of "Peter and the Wolf", each character is represented by a coresponding instrument in the orchestra: Peter by the String Quartet, and his trusty popgun by a "pop".
[Music from the string quartet plays Peter's Theme]
Narrator: The bird who's name is "Sasha" by a flute. Way... up high.
[Flute plays Sasha's theme]
Narrator: Sonia, the duck by an Oboe, like this.
[Oboe plays Sonia's theme]
Narrator: And here is Ivan, the cat. He's represented by a Clarinet. In a very low- [clears throat] (low voice) in a very low... r-r-register.
[Clarinet plays Ivan's theme]
Narrator: Grandpapa is an old Bassoon.
[Bassoon plays Grandfather's theme]
Narrator: And when the hunters shoot their guns, that's the kettle drums.
[Timpani plays the Hunter's rifles' theme]
Narrator: (low voice and evil tone) And there is also... a... wolf.
[French horns play the Wolf's theme]
Narrator: Ahem, little does that old wolf know what's in store for him, this day. For our hero: Little Peter, armed to the teeth, is setting forth to capture him. (suddenly, he was grabbed by somebody) Uh-oh, there seems to have been a change of plans; For Peter's Grandpapa, he thinks that little boys like Peter, should NOT go out to hunt the wolf.
[During the narration Peter's grandfather dropped his grandson in a cornor, and takes away his hat and popgun]
Narrator: For a great hunter like Peter who's almost six years old, to be carried back into the cabin, it's very embaressing.
[Peter, sitting in the cornor, kicks a toy. A few seconds soon, he daydreams]
Narrator: But, he dreams of hunting anyway.
[After daydreaming, Peter saw his grandfather, asleep in front of the fireplace]
Narrator: Soon, Peter's Grandpapa fell fast asleep. Peter escaped out of the cabin, across the snow, and into the dark forest, his popgun maximally, at the ready.
[Peter trials throught the snow, over a bridge, and into the woods.]
Narrator: Oh my, Peter's happy.
Narrator: And soon, he met Sasha; the little bird we told you about. Excited and a little chap, wasn't he? He's forgetful, too.
Sasha: Hello, Petey! What goes?! Where ya goin', huh?! Can I go, Petey? Can I, huh?! Oh boy a gun! Loaded, too! You going huntin'?
Peter: Oh, yeah. That's for me.
Sasha: Everything's okay, Petey. Come on, let's go!
Narrator: The wolf?!
[Peter tries to shoot, and Sasha hides in Peter's hat, but they both realize...]
Narrator: No! It isn't the wolf, at all. It's only Sonia the Duck.
Peter: Hello, Sonia.
Sonia: Hello, Petey.
Narrator: You see, Sonia imagines herself a great wolf hunter, and she wants to join the party, too. Imagination is a wonderful thing, but sometimes it can run away from you.
[Sonia imagines herself dealing with the wolf, until it frightened her]
Narrator: You see, Sonia's imagination was so good, she was frightened by the wolf that wasn't there!
Sasha: [kicks Sonia's butt] You coward!
Narrator: Now who's this? It can't be- Oh-ho-ho, no! It's Ivan the cat! Hello, Ivan. Ivan's a peacful, fun-loving sort. Maybe a little shy on brains. You know the type.
Peter: Stop it, stop it, stop it, S-STOP IT! (...) Oh, how can they ever get any place if they're going to fight among themselves?
Sasha: Ivan, you ought to be ashamed!
Peter: You big bully!
Sonia: You cat in the grass!
Peter: Come on, Sasha.
Ivan: I am sorry, he won't do it again!
Narrator: Sonia? Sonia! Behind you! Look out! W, O, L, F! Oh, that wolf is everywhere!
[Peter shrieks as the wolf snarled at him]
Narrator: WHOA! And that wolf is much feirce than I ever thought! Peter, do something!
[Peter shoots the wolf on the nose]
Narrator: No, no Peter, not that. What's his move?
[Ivan runs away]
Narrator: Peter, don't just stand that way!
[The wolf leans Peter downward]
Narrator: And don't stand that way either.
[Sasha, and Peter flees, but Sonia got distracted by the Wolf]
Narrator: Sonia, what're you doing here?! This no time to relax!
[Sonia runs from the Wolf trying to eat her.]
Narrator: Oh, here lies danger and the WOLF!
Narrator: Will this crime go unavenged?
[The Wolf walks around the tree, staring at Peter, Ivan, and Sasha, the reaches to the tree scrathcing some skin off it]
Narrator: Not if Peter and Sasha can help it.
Sasha: You, you, you... BEAST! Take this, and this, and this! How do ya like this, eh? And this, eh??!! How about this, eh?! Not so good, eh???!!!
Narrator: Good work, Sasha!
Narrator: Take aim, now Peter! Hey, they've got the wolf.. I think?! Yes, they have, they've definitely got him! They roped him by the tail! Pull, now, pull! Pull as hard as you can, Peter! Come on! Pull him right up off of his feet! OH, THAT'S IT!
Narrator: Hey, Sasha, don't get too close to those awful jaws. And kepp your hat away from him, okay? (...) Don't fly into that tree, Sasha, or over confidence!
[Sasha didn't listen or watch where he was going, and slams into the hollow tree]
Narrator: I tried the telling! This is bad. this is very bad. Now, where are we? Oh, yes. Peter's got the wolf, by the tail, and the wolf is trying to get Sasha.
Narrator: Sasha, what are you doing?! Where's our assistance?!
[The Wolf gets mad at Peter and Ivan]
Narrator: Oh, he'll never make it in time! Never! (...) Just when things were looking blackest... What's this we hear? What's this we see? Just a minute; I'll look. Why, it's the hunters! Misha, Yasha, and Vladimir! That's Vladimir in the middle.
[Sasha appraches to the hunters]
Narrator: And here comes little Sasha, flying as hoped, Peter's very life depended on it, which it does! Tell them Sasha, tell the hunters!
Sasha: W, O, L, F! Wolf!
Misha, Yasha, and Vladimir: WOLF?! TO THE RESCUE!!!
[The hunter rush to the rescue until they saw the remains of Peter's popgun and hat]
Narrator: (gasps) Peter? Where are you?
[The hunters sobs]
Peter (off-screen): [whistle calls]
[The hunters look up to see Peter and Ivan with the captured wolf]
Narrator: Oh, Peter, there you are! You're safe! AND you've captured the wolf!
Narrator: Oh, Peter, what a hero! You too, Ivan! Oh, what a triumph as we parade through the town! Can't you just hear all the villagers cheer?! Glistening... "Horray, Horray" and "HOORAY!" Everybody's happy! Everybody, that is, except the wolf! Ho-ho, that old wolf!
Narrator: But little Sasha isn't happy. He's flown back to the hollow tree, because he's thinking of his lost playmate, Sonia.
[Sonia cries]
Sasha: Huh?! SONIA!!! Oh, you're not dead! You hid in the hallow tree! You're safe! Oh, Sonia, this is the most wonderful, wonderful day! The wolf is captured by Peter and Co.!
Narrator: Now, Peter can go hunting whatever he likes, and they'll all live happily... forever and ever after! The end!
Narrator (Nelson Eddy): This story about a singing whale is one of the strangest ever told. Yet, every word of it, and every note of it is vouched for by one of the Whale's closest friends, a seagull. The Whale's name was Willie, and his big ambition was to appear at the met. Now, many big things have hit the met from time to time, why not a whale? Not just a whale of a singer, but a singing whale. Willie was three times as interesting as an ordinary singer, because he could sing in three different voices. Not just one at a time, but all at once. How did he do it? Well, there's not much of a secret about it, anybody with three separate voices can do it. It's as easy as saying Jack Robinson. [Repeats "Jack Robinson" in three voices at the same time] See what I mean? Of course, you might not be able to start right off with grand operatic selections, but you can begin with a simple round. And it'll sound like this. [sings "Three Blind Mice" in a round with three voices] Now I've had quite a lot of experience with this sort of thing myself. By studying the Willie the Whale method, I too am able to sing with three voices at once. That's why I was chosen to tell you the story. I not only do all the singing, but I do all the talking, too. And every once in a while, you'll notice that I interrupt my own songs to take different parts and to describe the action.
Narrator: [sung] This is how it all began; Just a little back-page item about a voice that sang at sea. And then this fantastic news appeared on the front page. And then in screaming headlines...!
Newspaper Delivery Man: ENTRY! READ ALL ABOUT IT! PAPER!
[sung]
Man 1: A singing whale!
Man 2: What do ya know?!
Man 3: Imagine that!
Sewer Man: Humph, I don't believe it!
Taxi Driver: I don't believe it!
Police: For who ever heard of an operatic whale?!
Woman: I don't believe it!
Cat: I don't believe it!
Narrator: Then headline followed headline. Then doctors and experts. And men of anatomical biology, Debated and argued, And quoted ichthyology.
Blue and black-suited Men: Impossible! Preposterous! WE SAVEGLEY DENY IT!
Red and Black-suited Men: Magnificent! Miraculous! We certainly certify it!
Narrator: And even the great impresario, Of the grand opera, Raised an eyebrow, And tried and tried to figure it out.
Tetti-Tatti: Hmm, this a-whale... She's a-maybe swallowed the opera singer. That's it! This a-whale, she's a-swallowed the opera singer! I find-a the great singor Donatelli in the fish market. I discover the great Lilli Galli in the honkey tonkey. Then Why not I find the opera singer in the belly of a whale, Huh?! I DO IT! [sung] Oh get me a great big schooner, and get me a good-a harpooner. Photographers and reporters, from all the news-a papers, Publicity... publicity... publicity!
Narrator: Publicity? Yes, but to Whitey the seagull, it was opertunity. The big opertunity for his friend, Willie the whale. There was no time to lose. He must bring these two together.
[Whitey, with the newspaper, flies past Tetti-Tatti, seeing him]
Narrator: Well, there was Tetti-Tatti, now. And Tetti-Tatti was in for a wonderful surprise. Because Willie hadn't swallowed any opera singer, he could really sing! Listen.
Narrator: After all these years of casting his "Shortnin' Bread" upon the waters, now at last success lay just over the waves.
Whitey: Willie. Willie! Willie, look! That's you, Willie! He's looking for you! It's your big opportunity! [to the seals and pelicans] Willie's going to be a great star! Our Willie, going to sing Grand Opera!
Willie: [sung] Goodbye, my friends! I'm off to be discovered! Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, I'm off to be discovered!
Narrator: At last, the long years of patient waiting... and the endless hours of faithful practice... were about to be rewarded. As Willie sped to his audition, he wondered what he should sing for his opening number. What would impress this impresario? How about a bit of "Figaro"? Yes, sure, "Figaro."
Narrator: Ah, but they haven't heard the half of it. Well, they haven't even heard a third of it! For Willie, he was no ordinary singing whale. Willie could sing in three separate voices: Tenor, baritone, and bass! Why Willie was a singing miracle!
Narrator: Subborn, deluted Tetti-Tatti. Right there before his very eyes was the biggest discovery in all musical history. Just imagine a whale singing opera, on the very stage at the met!
Tetti-Tatti: I've got-a him, I've GOT-A him! VICTORIA!!! Victoria! (gets beaten up by his sailors)
[last lines; Willie impaled by a harpoon by Prof. Tetti-Tatti]
Narrator: Now Willie will never sing at the met. But don't be too harsh on Tetti-Tatti; he just didn't understand. You see, Willie's singing was a miracle, and people aren't used to miracles. [to Whitey who mourns Willie's loss] And you, faithful little friend, don't be too sad, because miracles never really die. And somewhere in wherever heaven is reserved for creatures of the deep, Willie is still singing, in a hundred voices, each more golden than before, and he'll go on singing, and admit the applause and the cheering... forever.

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