An American Tail: The Treasure of Manhattan Island1998

Mama:
Okey-dokey, who wants more?

Fievel:
Oh. No, thank you, Mama.

Mama:
Oh, now you don't like my Blintzes?

Tanya:
No, Mama. We're just stuffed.

Mama:
Stuffed, schmuffed! Meanwhile, there are mice starving in Irkutsk.

Tony:
My ma used to say the same thing. 'Cept her mice were starvin' in Sicily.

Mama:
See? It's an epidemic. Now eat.

[Papa opens the door and he puts his hand onto the door sign, and closes the door while panting]

Fievel:
Papa, what's the matter?

Papa:
A mob is coming, looking for Cholena. And the police, too!

Mama:
Tanya, get the baby!

Cholena:
W-W-What are police?

Fievel:
They're these guys, they wear uniforms, and they make sure everyone obeys the law.

Cholena:
Th-Th-Then they will help us.

Mama:
No.

[Tony and Tanya see an angry mob come to the Mousekewitzes house]

Tanya:
Here they come! [Mob shouts] Oh, if we stay here, they'll find Cholena for sure!

Fievel:
Hurry, wear this. [he gives Cholena a bandanna] And keep your head down!

Police Chief McBrusque:
My guess is she's probably wearin' a disguise. Search every rat nest and mouse hole in the city. Tear everything apart until you find that injun! Now, go!

McBrusque's goons:
Yes, sir!

[the angry mob has captured Dr. Dithering]

Random Mob Female Mouse:
There he is!

Dr. Dithering:
Stop this instant! Let me go!

Random Mouse:
You're in on the injun plot, aren't ya?! Don't deny it!

Dr. Dithering:
What plot? Oh, Scuttlebutt! Thank heavens. Quickly! Tell them I'm innocent.

Scuttlebutt:
Who? Me? No. No-no-no-no-no-no. I've never seen this bloke in my life! Traitor! Turncoat! [blows a raspberry] Whew.

Tanya:
Ahh! Papa! Mama!

Mama:
Tanya!

Cholena:
Help me!

Random Mob Male Mouse:
Get that girl!

[Mob shouting]

Other Mob Male Mouse:
Traitors!

Fievel:
Cholena!

Fat Mouse:
Buzz off, kid! [he throws Fievel away]

Fievel:
AAH!

Tony:
Hang on! I'm coming! Oof!

Random Mob Female Mouse:
Indians!

Fievel:
We've got to save Cholena!

Tony:
[stepped on the head] OW! Hey! I'm with ya!

Cholena:
Fievel?

Random Mob Male Mouse:
Make 'em pay!

[a mob mouse bumps into Cholena, making her drop her necklace; she tries to grab the necklace, but is dragged away by the mob, then the mob run away]