Tanya Mousekewitz:
Look Mama, a singer... and an actor.

Mama Mousekewitz:
Tanya, you shouldn't stare at people less fortunate than yourself.

Miss Kitty:
You put a mouse on that stage and your saloon's gonna be as empty as Death Valley on a cold day in June when the snow don't fall.

Cat R. Waul:
What?

Fievel:
Give them the lazy eye.

Tanya Mousekewitz:
Poppa, they're throwing vegetables at me AGAIN.

Papa Mousekiwitz:
Keep singing and they might throw some fruit for dessert.

Tiger:
Can't we get an espresso and talk this over, please?

Fievel:
Have no fear. Filly the Kid is here.

Tanya Mousekewitz:
Someday, I'll be a big star. People will come from miles around...

Fievel:
Yeah. To eat.

Tiger:
It's funny how your appetite perks up when you find out you're gonna eat dinner, instead of BE dinner.

Wylie Burp:
Just remember, Fievel - one man's sunset is another man's dawn. I don't know what's out there beyond those hills. But if you ride yonder... head up, eyes steady, heart open... I think one day you'll find that you're the hero you've been looking for.

Wylie Burp:
Let this sleepin' dog lie, son. Dog-gone it, I'm dog tired. I'm tired of leading the dog's life and fightin' likes cats and dogs against cats and dogs, a young pup's doggin' my trail tryin' to become top dog. I'm going to the dogs in a dog eat dog world, son. I... I'm so far over the hill... I'm on the bottom of the other side.

Cat R. Waul:
I have mentioned that I dislike being referred to as Pussy Poos.

Miss Kitty:
Yeah? Well maybe I'm not so happy about being dumped in nature's ashtray 500 miles from a pastrami sandwich, either! Pussy Poos!