Fantastic Mr. Fox (film)

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Fantastic Mr. Fox is a 2009 animated film loosely based on the novel of the same name by Roald Dahl. Directed by Wes Anderson.

Based on the beloved book by Roald Dahl.(taglines)

Mr. Fox[edit]

  • Honey, I'm seven non-fox years old. My father died at seven and a half. I don't want to live in a hole anymore. I'm going to do something about it.
  • My suicide mission has been cancelled. We're replacing it with a go-for-broke rescue mission.
  • Are you cussing with me?
  • What the cuss, where'd this giant fence come from?! We had a master plan!
  • I think I have this thing where everybody has to think I'm the greatest, the quote unquote 'Fantastic Mr. Fox', and if they aren't completely knocked out and dazzled and slightly intimidated by me, I don't feel good about myself.
  • [To Frank Bean, as he prepares for the final battle] Your tractors uprooted my tree. Your posse hunted my family. Your gunmen kidnapped my nephew. Your rat insulted my wife... and YOU shot off my tail! I'm not leaving here without that necktie!
  • [In the supermarket, offering a juice-box toast] They say all foxes are slightly allergic to linoleum, but it's cool to the paw - try it. They say my tail needs to be dry cleaned twice a month, but now it's fully detachable - see? They say our tree may never grow back, but one day, something will. Yes, these crackles are made of synthetic goose and these giblets come from artificial squab and even these apples look fake - but at least they've got stars on them. I guess my point is, we'll eat tonight, and we'll eat together. And even in this not particularly flattering light, you are without a doubt the five and a half most wonderful wild animals I've ever met in my life. So let's raise our boxes - to our survival.

Felicity Fox[edit]

  • If what I think is happening is happening, it better not be.
  • We're all different... Him, especially. But there's something kind of fantastic about that, isn't there?
  • I love you too, but I shouldn't have married you.
  • Am I being flirted with by a psychotic rat?

Franklin Bean[edit]

  • That's just weak songwriting! You wrote a BAD song, Petey!


Mr. Fox: Who am I, Kylie?
Kylie: Who how? What now?
Mr. Fox: Why a fox? Why not a horse, or a beetle, or a bald eagle? I'm saying this more as, like, existentialism, you know? Who am I? And how can a fox ever be happy without, you'll forgive the expression, a chicken in its teeth?
Kylie: I don't know what you're talking about, but it sounds illegal.

Badger: Don't buy this tree, Foxy. You're borrowing at nine and a half with no fixed rate, plus moving into the most dangerous neighborhood in the world for your type of species.
Mr.Fox: You're exaggerating, Badger.
Badger: [scoffs] I'm sugar-coating it, man. This is Boggis, Bunce, and Bean, three of the meanest, nastiest, and ugliest farmers in the history of this valley.
Mr.Fox: Right, tell me about them.
Badger: [sighs] Okay. Walt Boggis is a chicken farmer, probably the most successful in the world. He weighs the same as a young rhinoceros. He eats three chickens every day for breakfast, lunch, supper, and dessert. That's twelve in total per deim. Nate Bunce is a duck and goose farmer. He is approximately the size of a pot-bellied dwarf, and his chin would be underwater at the shallow end of any swimming pool on the planet. His food is homemade donuts with smashed-up goose livers injected into them. Frank Bean is a turkey and apple farmer. Invented his own species of each. He lives on a liquid diet of strong alcoholic cider, which he makes from his apples. He's as skinny as a pencil, as smart as a whip, and possibly the scariest man currently living.

Coach Skip: [explaining the rules of whack-bat] Basically, there's three grabbers, three taggers, five twig runners, and a player at whack-bat. Center tagger lights a pine cone and chucks it over the basket and the whack-batter tries to hit the cedar stick off the cross rock. Then the twig runners dash back and forth until the pine cone burns out and the umpire calls hotbox. Finally, you count up however many score-downs it adds up to and divide that by nine.
Kristofferson: Got it.

Mr. Fox: I spotted a couple of broken burglar bars underneath the back door to Bean's secret cider cellar.
Kylie: We're breaking into Bean's house?
Mr. Fox: Cellar.
Kylie: Where he lives?
Mr. Fox: Where he keeps the cider.
Ash: [appears behind them] Below where he lives.
Mr. Fox: Where'd you come from? You go back to the tree and do your homework.
Ash: I wanna help you steal some cider.
Mr. Fox: We're going to a book party, and you keep your mouth shut about any cider because no one ever said that. Now get out of here!
Ash: BUT--
Mr. Fox: But nothing! You're gonna get me in a lot of trouble! Besides, you're too little and uncoordinated.
[Ash scowls, twitches his ear and spits.]
Mr. Fox: [points at the tree] One, two, three! [Ash storms back to the tree grumbling in anger.]

Felicity Fox: [Kristofferson has just departed after Ash's comment] You have got twenty-nine minutes to come up with a proper apology.
Ash: [snaps, gestures wildly] Me? Me have an apology? He gets a bandit hat? He just got here, and he gets a bandit hat? Where's my bandit hat? Why didn't I get shot at? It's because, you... you... YOU THINK I'M NO GOOD AT ANYTHING! Well, maybe you're right, thanks. [stomps away angrily and slams door upon exit]
Kylie: [sighs; to Mr. Fox] Told ya not to bring him.

Bean: Ah, so good of you to come! I'm happy to see you! How ya been, Walter? In good health, I trust.
Boggis: Uh, uh, uh...
Bean: Nathan, all is well?
Bunce: Uh...
Bean: Wonderful! Any fox problems?
Boggis: Are you joking?!
Bunce: It's horrible!
Boggis: We're miserable!
Bunce: He's laughing at us!
Boggis: It's humiliating!
Bunce: We're furious!
Boggis: I don't even want to talk about it.
Bean: Right. Perhaps we ought to kill him.
Boggis: Well, that seems rather obvious.
Bunce: He's too sneaky!
Bean: Ah, yes. He's very clever, isn't he? Might be a bit difficult, I suppose. [shoots every light around in one fluid movement] But I already figured out where this fox lives. So tomorrow night, we'll camp in the bushes, wait for him to come out of the hole in the tree, and shoot the cuss to smithereens. How does that grab you, fellas?
Boggis: Yeah, don't see why not.

Mr. Fox: Wake up, everybody, they're digging us out!
Felicity: They'll kill the children!
Mr. Fox: Over my dead body, they will!
Felicity: That's what I'm saying, you'd be dead too in that scenario!
Mr. Foxː Well, I'm arguing against thatǃ
[They begin arguing over each other.]
Felicityː What are you talking about?ǃ
Kylieː STOP, STOP, STOPǃ! You say one thing, she says another, and it all changes back againǃ

Felicity: I'm going to lose my temper now.
Mr. Fox: When?
Felicity: Right now.
Mr. Fox: Well, when-- [Felicity slashes at his face with her claws] OW!
Felicity: Twelve fox years ago, you made a promise to me, while we we're caged inside that fox trap. That if we survived, you would never steal another chicken, turkey, goose, duck, or a squab whatever they are, and I believed you. [starts to cry] Why? Why did you lie to me?!?
Mr. Fox: Because I'm a wild animal.
Felicity: You are also a husband, and a father!
Mr. Fox: I'm trying to tell you the truth about myself.
Felicity: I don't care about the truth about yourself. This story is too... predictable.
Mr. Fox: Predictable? Really? What happens in the end?
Felicity: In the end, we all die! Unless you change.

Mole: I just want to see... a little sunshine...
Mr. Fox: But you're nocturnal, Phil. Your eyes barely open on a good day.
Mole: I'm sick of your double talk! we have rights!

Ash: You should probably put your bandit hat on now. Personally, I-I don't have one, but I modified this tube sock.
Kristofferson: You look good.
Ash: Yeah, I do.

Mr. Fox: [in a cellar with many of the other animal characters] Alright, let's start planning. Who knows shorthand? [Linda raises her hand]
Mr. Fox: Great! Linda! Lutra lutra - you got some dry paper? [she holds up paper]
Mr. Fox: Here we go. Mole! Talpa europaea! What d'you got?
Mole: I can see in the dark.
Mr. Fox: That's incredible! We can use that! Linda?
Linda: Got it.
Mr. Fox: Rabbit! Oryctolagus cuniculus!
Rabbit: I'm fast.
Mr. Fox: You bet you are. Linda?
Linda Otter: Got it.
Mr. Fox: Beaver! Castor fiber!
Beaver: I can chew through wood.
Mr. Fox: Amazing! Linda!
Linda: Got it.
Mr. Fox: Badger! Meles meles!
Badger: Demolitions expert.
Mr. Fox: What? Since when?
Badger: Explosions! Burning things!
Mr. Fox: Demolitions expert! Alright! Linda?
Linda: Got it.
Mr. Fox: [grabs Weasel] WEASEL! MUSTELA NIVALIS!
Weasel: Stop yelling!
Mr. Fox: Ha! Ha-ha! Okay. Ash, you and Agnes team up with these little kids and form some KP unit to keep this sewer clean.
Ash: Got it. [to Agnes] What's KP?
Agnes: I think it means janitor. [Ash spits]
Mouse Tailor: Hey-hey! I wanna go with you! I wanna fight!
Mr. Fox: Very well! Microtus pennsylvanicus!

Ash: I can fit through there. Want to know why?
Kylie: Why?
Ash: Because I'm little.

Ash: I'm here to rescue you.
Kristofferson: ...I've got mixed feelings about that.
Ash: I don't blame you.


  • Based on the beloved book by Roald Dahl.
  • Jason Schwartzman is The Muscle
  • George Clooney is The Brains
  • Meryl Streep is The Brains Behind The Brains
  • Willem Dafoe is The Rotter
  • Michael Gambon is The Scoundrel
  • Owen Wilson is The Whistle-Blower
  • Wally Wolodarsky is The Lookout
  • Dig the life fantastic.
  • His life is fantastic... his wife is fantastic... his neighbors, not so fantastic.
  • This year, forget super... ignore incredible... it's all about fantastic.


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