Huh! To hear that beetle talk, you’d think something was gonna happen to us.
Pinocchio (1940)
“I’ve got no strings, to hold me down. To make me fret, or make me frown. I had strings, but now I’m free. There are no strings on me.”Pinocchio (1940)
Now, a formula to transform my beauty into ugliness. Change my queenly raiment to a peddler’s cloak. Mummy dust, to make me old. To shroud my clothes, the black of night. To age my voice, an old hag’s cackle. To whiten my hair, a scream of fright. A blast of wind to fan my hate. A thunderbolt to mix it well. Now, begin thy magic spell.
SNOW WHITE AND THE SEVEN DWARFS (1937) dir. William Cottrell, David Hand and Wilfred Jackson.
family feud is a national treasure