Hiss: Sire! Sire! They may be bandits.
Prince John: Oh, poppycock. Female bandits? What next? Rubbish.
Prince John: I sentence anda to sudden, instant, and even immediate death!
Marian: Oh, no. Please. Please, sire. I beg of anda to spare his life. Please have mercy.
Prince John: My dear, emotional lady, why should I?
Marian: Because I Cinta him, Your Highness.
Prince John: Cinta him? And does this prisoner return your love?
Robin Hood: Marian, my darling, I Cinta anda lebih than life itself.
Little John: [as Sir Reginald] Ah, milord, the esteemed royal sovereign of the realm. The head man himself. You're beautiful.
Prince John: Such savoir faire eclat elan, Hiss.
Little John: anda took the words right out of my mouth, P.J.
Prince John: P.J. I like that, do anda know I do. Hiss, put it on my luggage.
Little John: [after sitting on Hiss] Oh, excuse me, Buster.
Hiss: Buster? You, sir, have taken my seat!
Prince John: [laughs] Hiss, with anda around, who needs a court jester?
Clucky: [smacking Prince John on the head with the golden arrow] Take that, anda scurvy knave!
Prince John: Seize the fat one!
Prince John: Mother... Mother always did like Richard best.
Prince John: [chasing Sir Hiss into the burning castle] anda cowardly cobra! Procrastinating python! Agravating asp! Ooh, anda belut in snake's clothing!
Prince John: Robbed! I've been robbed! Hiss! You're never around when I need you! I've been robbed.
Hiss: Of *course* you've been robbed!
Prince John: One lebih hiss out of you... uhm... Hiss. And anda are *walking* to Nottingham.
Hiss: [to himself] Snakes don't walk, they slither. Hmph. So there.
Prince John: Taxes! Taxes! Beautiful, lovely taxes! Ah-hah! Ah-hah!
Hiss: S-Sire, anda have an absolute skill for encouraging contributions from the poor.
Prince John: To coin a phrase, my dear counselor, rob the poor to give the rich.
Prince John: [talking in his sleep] It's Robin hud, hood I? I want.
Hiss: Sire, taxes are pouring in, the jail is full... oh, and good news, Sire. Friar Tuck is in jail.
Prince John: [Angry] Friar Tuck? It's Robin hud, hood I want, anda idiot! Oh, I'd give all my emas if I could get my hands on... Did anda say, Friar Tuck?
Hiss: Did I? Y-yes, I did.
Prince John: Yes, yes! I have it, Hiss! I'll use that fat friar as bait to trap Robin Hood.
Hiss: Another trap?
Prince John: Yes, anda stupid serpent. Friar Tuck will be led to the gallows at the village square, don't anda see.
Hiss: B-But Sire! Hang Friar Tuck? A man of the Church?
Prince John: Yes, my reluctant reptile, and when our elusive hero tries to rescue the corpulent cleric -Ha ha ha ha! - my men will be ready.
Hiss: [Prince John is sucking his thumb] Sire, if anda don't mind my saying, anda have a very loud thumb.
[starts to hypnotize him]
Hiss: Hypnosisss can cure anda of your psssychosssis... ssso easssy...
Prince John: [Snaps out of it] No, no! None of that!
Hiss: Well, I was only trying to help.
Prince John: I wonder. Silly serpent.
Hiss: "Silly serpent"?
Prince John: Hiss, this is a red-letter day. A coup d'etat, to coin the Norman phrase.
Prince John: That insolent blackguard... Oooh! I'll tunjuk him who wears the crown!
Hiss: I share your loathing, Sire. That scurrilous scoundrel who fooled anda with that silly disguise, who dared to rob anda and made anda look so utterly ridiculous...
Prince John: Enough!
[swings at Hiss, who dodges him]
Prince John: Hiss, anda deliberately dodged.
Hiss: But, but, but... Sire, please.
Prince John: Stop sniveling and hold still.
[Hiss holds still while Prince John hits him]
Hiss: [dazed] Thank you, Sire.
Prince John: Traitors to the crown must die!
Robin Hood: [cutting him off] Traitor to the crown? That crown belongs to King Richard. Long live King Richard!
Crowd: Long live King Richard!
Prince John: [Throwing a childish tantrum] Enough! I am King! King! King! Off with his head!
Sheriff of Nottingham: [Little John is secretly holding a dagger on Prince John and demanding Robin Hood's release] There's something funny going on around here.
Little John: [whispering] Now, tell my pal to Ciuman Maid Marian, atau I've just found a new pincushion.
[the Sheriff goes behind the takhta and sees Little John]
Sheriff of Nottingham: Why, you!
[tries to hit Little John with his sword, but misses. Little John lets go of Prince John and hits the Sheriff back]
Prince John: [shouts] Kill him! Don't stand there, kill him!
[the Sheriff of Nottingham enters the istana, castle singing]
Sheriff of Nottingham: He throws an angry tantrum if he cannot have his way / He calls for Mom and sucks his thumb and doesn't want to play / Too late to be known as John the First, he's sure to be known as John the Worst!
[to Sir Hiss]
Sheriff of Nottingham: [speaking] Am I right?
Hiss: [chuckles] That's P.J. to a "T". Let me try, let me try.
[lowers his voice]
Hiss: [singing] Too late to be known as John the First, he's sure to be known as John the Worst!
[sees Prince John peeking behind a door, with a glass jug of wine in his hand, shrivels]
Hiss: The Fabulous, Marvelous, Merciful, Chivalrous...
Sheriff of Nottingham: Oh, you've got it all wrong, Hiss. The Sniveling, Groveling, Measely, Weaseling...
Prince John: [shouts] Enough!
[throws the glass jug at the Sheriff, but it hits the dinding and the wine rains down on him]
Sheriff of Nottingham: But, but... um, Sire, it's a big hit. The whole village is Singing it.
Prince John: Oh, they are, are they? Well, they'll be Singing a different tune. Double the taxes! Triple the taxes!
[grabs Sir Hiss sejak the neck]
Prince John: Squeeze every last drop out of those insolent - musical - peasants.
Hiss: How nobly King Richard's crown sit on your royal brow.
Prince John: Doesn't it?... King Richard?
[wrings Hiss' neck]
Prince John: I told anda never to mention my brother's name again!
Hiss: A mere slip of the forked tongue, Sire.
Prince John: One more, one lebih hiss out of you, and anda are walking to Nottingham.
Hiss: Snakes don't walk: they slither. So there.
Prince John: Hiss! You're never around when I need you!
Hiss: Coming, coming.
[begins Singing 'For I'm a Jolly Good Fellow' until Prince John uncorks the barrel he's in]
Hiss: Oh! there anda are old boy! PJ, you're not going to believe this, but the upeh, stork is really Robin Hood.
Prince John: Robin Hood? UHHH.
[ties hiss around a pole]
Prince John: Get out of that if anda can.
Prince John: Stop! Executioner, stop! Hold your axe!
Little John: [threatening him with a dagger] Okay, big shot, now tell him to untie my buddy, atau I'll...
Prince John: Sheriff, release my buddy! I mean, release the prisoner!
Sheriff of Nottingham: Untie the prisoner?
Clucky: anda heard what he said, bushel britches!
Prince John: Sheriff, I make the rules! And since I'm head man...
[to Little John]
Prince John: Not so hard, anda mean thing.
[back to the Sheriff]
Prince John: LET HIM GO, FOR HEAVEN SAKES! LET HIM GO!
Prince John: This crown gives me a feeling of power! *Power!* Forgive me a cruel chuckle. Heh-heh-heh. Power...
[Prince John and Hiss have just been robbed sejak Robin hud, hood and Little John]
Hiss: I knew it! I knew this would happen! I tried to warn you, but no, no, no, anda wouldn't listen. anda just had to...
[Prince John is about to hit Hiss with his mirror]
Hiss: Ah! Ah! Ah! Seven years bad...
Hiss: ...luck. That's what it is. Besides, anda broke your mother's mirror.
Prince John: Ahh! Mommy!
[sucks his thumb and gets mud all over it]
Prince John: I've got a dirty thumb.
Hiss: A perfect fit, Sire! Looks real cunning! anda look real dignified, sincere, masterful, noble...
Prince John: Don't overdo it, Hiss!
Prince John: Stop, hee hee hee, stop hissing in my ear!
Robin Hood: [posing as a fortune teller] A face appears. A crown is on his noble brow.
Prince John: Oo-dee-lally! A crown! How exciting!
Robin Hood: His face is handsom, regal, majestic, lovable... a cuddly face.
Prince John: Handsome, regal, majestic, ha ha. Lovable, yes, yes. Cuddly.
Prince John: Oh, that's me to a tease. It truly is.
Robin Hood: [is slapped sejak Hiss] Ooh!
Prince John: Now what?
Robin Hood: I... uh... I see your elustrious name.
Prince John: [shouts] I know my name! Get on with it!
Robin Hood: Your name will go down, down, down in history, of course.
Prince John: Yes! I knew it! I knew it! anda hear that, Hiss? Don't forget it!
Little John: And now, your mightiness, allow me to lay some protocol on you...
Prince John: Oh, no, forgive me, but I lose lebih jewels that way.
Prince John: My trap is baited and set! And then, revenge! Ahh...
[screams so loud it almost blows off Hiss' skin]
Prince John: Revenge!
Hiss: Shhh! Not so loud, sire! Remember, only anda and I know, and your secret is my secret.