Mrs. Fox: [to Mr. Fox] I love you, but I should have never married you.
Ash: [Mr. Fox has just lost his tail in the shooting] It'll grow back, won't it? Kylie: Tails don't grow back. Ash: Tails don't grow back? Kylie: Uh-uh. 'Cept for lizards. Mr. Fox: Tails don't grow back. I'm gonna be tail-less for the rest of my life...
Mrs. 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 ha...
Ash: There's a lot of attitudes going on around here... don't let me get one.
Mr. Fox: That was pure wild animal craziness.
Ash: Can I ask you a question? Kristofferson: You may. Ash: What's the point of sitting on the floor with your legs twisted into a pretzel talking to yourself for an hour and forty-five minutes? It's - it's weird. Kristofferson: My father and I first...
Kylie: Apple juice... apple juice flood...
Mr. Fox: [after animals have dug through the wall] You scared the cuss out of us! Badger: A lot of good animals... [starts screaming] Badger: ... are probably going to die, because of you! Half the woods have been obliterated, nobody can get out, and...
[Mr. Fox prepares for the final showdown with the farmers] Mr. Fox: 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 ...
Mr. Fox: [Mr. Fox on a motorcycle speaking to a wolf off on a distant ridge] Where did you come from? Mr. Fox: What are you doing here? Mr. Fox: I don't think he speaks English or Latin Mr. Fox: Pensez-vous que l'hiver sera rude? Mr. Fox: [as an asid...
Mr. Fox: A Titanium Card? [whistles] Mr. Fox: How did you qualify for this? Kylie: I pay my bills on time.
[from trailer] Mr. Fox: [looking at an electric fence] Huh. This could be difficult. Squirrel: It's fatal for humans, but we got enough fur to keep the voltage from getting to us. Let's go!
Mrs. Fox: Excuse me? Am I being flirted with by a psychotic rat?
Bean's Son: Dad is on fire!
Kristofferson: Uh, do you mind if I slide my bed roll slightly out from under the train set? It's hard to sleep in that corkscrew position. Ash: [in the top bunk] There's a lot of attitudes going on around here. Don't let me get one. Kristofferson: N...
Mr. Fox: One of those slovenly farmers is probably wearing my tail for a necktie.
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 th...
Kristofferson: Divide that by nine please!
