Timothy Q. Mouse: Now I wonder how we ever got up in that tree, anyway?
[looks back toward the tree, the branches now snapped]
Timothy Q. Mouse: Now, let's see - elephants can't climb trees, can they? Nah, nah, that's ridiculous. Would they jump up? Mm-mmm. Too high.
Jim Crow: Hey there, son. Maybe y'all flew up.
Timothy Q. Mouse: Maybe we flew up. Yeah, maybe we...
[suddenly shouts ecstatically]
Timothy Q. Mouse: That's it! Dumbo! You flew! Boy, am I stupid. Why didn't I think of this before? Your ears! Just look at 'em, Dumbo! Why, they're poifect wings! The very things that held ya down are gonna carry ya up, and up, and up!
[excitedly, but softly to himself]
Timothy Q. Mouse: I can see it all now...
[shouts ecstatically once again]
Timothy Q. Mouse: "Dumbo! The ninth wonder of the univoise! The woild's only flyin' elephant!"

Timothy Q. Mouse: You all oughta be ashamed of yourselves. A bunch of big guys like you, pickin' on a poor little orphan like him. Suppose you was torn away from your mother when you was just a baby. Nobody to tuck you in at nights. No warm, soft, caressin' trunk to snuggle inta. How would you like being left out alone, in a cold, cruel, heartless woild? And why? I ask ya, why? Just because he's got those big ears, they call him a freak. The laughing stock of the coicus. And when his mother tried to protect him, they threw her into the clink. And on top of that, they made him a clown! Socially he's washed up! Aw, but what's the use of talkin' to you cold-hearted boids? Go ahead! Have your fun! Laugh at him! Kick him now that he's down! Go on! We don't care.
[turns away and blows nose]

Timothy Q. Mouse: You know? Your ma ain't crazy. She's just broken-hearted. And it ain't nobody's fault you got them big ears.
[Dumbo covers himself up with his ears]
Timothy Q. Mouse: Oh boy, I stepped in it that time.
[rushes under Dumbo's ears]
Timothy Q. Mouse: Aw gee, Dumbo, I think your ears are beautiful!
[Dumbo slowly uncovers his face]
Timothy Q. Mouse: Sure! As a matter of fact, I think they're very decorative.
[Dumbo wiggles his ears]
Timothy Q. Mouse: You know, lots of people with big ears are famous!

Mr. Stork: Here is a baby with eyes of blue, straight from heaven, right to you. Or - straight from heaven up above, here is a baby for you to love.

Crow #1: Well, looky here, looky here.
Crow #2: My, my. Why, this is most irreg-lar.
Crow #3: [rubbing his eyes] Well, I just can't believe my eyes.
Crow #1: They ain't dead, is they?
Crow #4: No. Dead people don't snore... or do they?
Jim Crow: [all the crows whisper until he flies down, then gestures for them to move aside] Uh, what's all the ruckus? C'mon, step aside, brother.
[pacing the branch]
Jim Crow: Uh, what's cookin' 'round here? C'mon, what's the good news? What's fryin', boys?
Crow #1: Just look down there, brother.
Crow #4: And prepare yourself for a shock.

Crow #1: Why, he flies just like an eagle.
Crow #2: Better than an airplane.
Jim Crow: Brother, now I've seen everything!

[last lines]
Jim Crow: [as Dumbo rides off on the train] Boy, I wish I'd have got his autograph.
Crow: Here, man, I've got his autograph.
Jim Crow: Well, so long, glamour boy!

[the elephants think that Dumbo with his big ears is the reason Mrs. Jumbo has been locked up]
Timothy Q. Mouse: What's the matter with his ears? I don't see nothin' wrong with 'em. I think they're cute.

[Timothy finds Dumbo hiding under a haystack, his trunk sticking out]
Timothy Q. Mouse: Where is he? Oh.
[tapping Dumbo's trunk]
Timothy Q. Mouse: Hey Dumbo, you can come out now.
[Dumbo sticks his trunk inside the haystack]
Timothy Q. Mouse: [startled] Golly. Must have scared him too. But look, Dumbo, I'm your friend. Come on out, won't ya?
[Dumbo shakes his head under the hay]
Timothy Q. Mouse: You're not really afraid of little me, are ya?
[Dumbo nods yes]
Timothy Q. Mouse: Ya are?
[to himself]
Timothy Q. Mouse: Must have overdid it in there, don't know my own strength sometimes.

[Timothy wakes up to find Jim Crow staring him in the face]
Timothy Q. Mouse: [sleepily] Ohhhhhhhh! All those pink elephants.
Jim Crow: Ah! Pink elephants? Mm-mmm!
[Crows laugh]
Timothy Q. Mouse: What's so funny? What're you boys doin' down here, anyway?
Jim Crow: What're we doing *down* here? Well, hear him talk!
Timothy Q. Mouse: [grudgingly, as he tries to get back to sleep] Ah, fly up a tree where you belong.
[More laughter as Jim Crow puffs a circle of smoke around Timothy]
Jim Crow: Now look here, Brother Rat...
Timothy Q. Mouse: [suddenly standing up, then staring Jim straight in the face] Brother Rat? Now listen! I ain't your brother, and I ain't no rat, see?
Jim Crow: Uh-uh. And I suppose you and no elephant ain't up in no tree, either.
Timothy Q. Mouse: No! No, me in no tree and I'm no... What? Tree?
[he and Jim look up, then down to see that they really are up a tree]
Timothy Q. Mouse: [gasps, then squeals as he hides in Dumbo's trunk] Dumbo.
[rushes to Dumbo's eyes]
Timothy Q. Mouse: Dumbo. Wake up. Wake up, Dumbo!
[gulps]
Timothy Q. Mouse: Don't look now, but I think we're up in a tree!