Teresa: Oh! Auntie Shrew.
Cynthia: Oh, Auntie.
Martin: Oh, no.
Nicodemus: We can no longer live as rats. We know too much.
Auntie Shrew: Why me, that I alone should be responsible for the welfare of the entire field? It's monstrous.
Justin: It's Jenner. He's at it again.
Mr. Ages: There blows an ill wind.
Justin: He's before the Grand Council now. This time he's attacking Nicodemus openly.
Mr. Ages: And the plan, no doubt.
Justin: Nothing will come of it. I'll pass.
Mr. Ages: Beware, boy, he's dangerous! He'll be the undoing of the rats of nimh.
Nicodemus: Johnathan, your wife has come at last. Perhaps now I can repay you for your kindness to me, but Mrs. Brisby may serve the rats of nimh more than we her. Jenner, I fear, could do her harm. He is consumed by a lust for power. Thus far the amulet has remained safely hidden, but if he finds it... Heaven help us.
Auntie Shrew: The Great Owl would know what to do about this. You must go see him.
Mrs. Brisby: I couldn't do that. Owls eat mice.
Auntie Shrew: Well, my child, show a little courage. We're fighting for Timmy's life.
Auntie Shrew: Cast not pearls before swine, I always say, and that includes insolent piglets.
Jeremy: Well, uh, let me explain! Oh, what a lovely hat you're wearing.
Auntie Shrew: Don't you sweet-talk me.
Nicodemus: In the beginning, we were ordinary street rats, stealing our daily bread, and living off the efforts of man's work. We were captured, put in cages, and sent to a place called nimh. There were other animals there, in cages. They were put through the most unspeakable torture, to satisfy some scientific curiosity. Often, at night, I would hear them cry out in anguish. Twenty rats and eleven mice were given injections. Our world began changing.
Jenner: With Nicodemus out of the way, what's to stop us from taking over?
Sullivan: Jenner, you can't kill Nicodemus.
Jenner: No taste for blood, eh? They've taken the animal out of you.
Jenner: Listen. The Brisby house is a large cement block. In the moving, what if it should fall?
Sullivan: An accident?
Jenner: Of course! Cut the lines, and the weight of it will crush his bones.
Sullivan: It's risky.
Jenner: Once rid of Nicodemus, the plan will die. We can stay her as long as we like.
Sullivan: What about Justin?
Jenner: Leave him to me.
Nicodemus: Johnathan, wherever you are, your thoughts must comfort her tonight. She will be waiting, and you will not return.
Timmy: Momma I'm tired of being in bed. I wanna get up.
Mrs. Brisby: Well, you're not getting up.
Cynthia: Oh! The poor turkey fell down.
Mrs. Brisby: Please. I would do anything for Timothy. Anything.
Great Owl: There is a way. Go to the rats.
Mrs. Brisby: But I don't know any rats.
Great Owl: In the rosebush.
Mrs. Brisby: Oh, yes. Near the farmhouse.
Great Owl: Go there. Ask for Nicodemus.
Mrs. Brisby: Nicodemus? But how can they help?
Great Owl: They must move your house to the lee of the stone.
Mrs. Brisby: No rat could move my house. It's a.
Great Owl: They have ways.
Mrs. Brisby: I don't understand, but I will do as you say.
Martin: I'm not afraid of the dark.
Auntie Shrew: Martin.
Martin: I'm not afraid of the farmer.
Auntie Shrew: I can't hear.
Martin: I'm not afraid of Dragon. I'm not even afraid of... of the Great Owl.
Auntie Shrew: Oh, hush up.
Martin: Ah, you hush up.
Auntie Shrew: Precocious monster.
Martin: Bossy bullfrog.
Auntie Shrew: Spoiled brat.