[
the Cat is looking at a photo]
The Cat:
Humina, humina, humina! Who is this?
Conrad:
That's my mom.
[
pause]
The Cat:
Awkward.
The Fish:
Stop this right now!
Conrad:
Who said that?
The Fish:
Me! Remember, the fish? Came home in a baggy, loved me for two weeks, and then *nothing*!
Sally:
The fish is talking.
The Cat:
Well, sure, he can talk. But is he saying anything? No, not really.
Conrad:
I'm not going to military school.
Lawrence Quinn:
Oh, I think you're gonna love it! It's just like summer camp, except with brutal forced marches and soul-crushing discipline.
Sally:
You need to clean this mess up, pronto. We have a contract.
The Cat:
Alright, I'll try.
Sally:
[
grabs the Cat in the Hat by his bowtie] You don't try, you do!
The Cat:
[
showing his car] Here she is, the Super Luxurious Omnidirectional Whatchamajigger, or S-L-O-W for short.
Sally:
S-L-O-W?
The Cat:
Yeah, S.L.O.W. It's better than the last thing we had: Super Hydraulic Instantaneous Transporter.
Conrad:
Oh, you mean...
The Cat:
NO! Quick! To the S.L.O.W.!
[
repeated line]
The Cat:
Oh yeah!
The Fish:
This cat should not be here, he should not be about! He should not be here when your mother is out!
Sally:
Like being in the circus!
The Cat:
Yeah, but without those tortured animals or drunken clowns that have hepatitis.
The Cat:
There is a third option!
[
Vaudeville Keyboard music]
Sally:
There is?
The Cat:
Yes. It involves... MURDER!
[
More vaudeville keyboard music]
The Cat:
[
English accent] I'll get you, and it'll look like a bloody accident.
The Cat:
Scream and run.
[
after cutting his tail off with a meat cleaver]
The Cat:
Son of a (beep)!
Sally:
Where did you come from?
The Cat:
Hmm, How do I put this... When a mommy cat and a daddy cat love each other very much, they decide that-
Conrad:
Oh, no, no, no, no, no. Where did you *come* from?
The Cat:
My place, what do you think?
The Cat:
You pay this woman to sit on babies? That's disgusting. I do it for nothing.
The Cat:
C'mon kids, you gonna listen to him? He drinks where he pees!
The Cat:
[
closing the crate after Conrad opened it] Listen, Condax... you probably don't wanna do that.
Conrad:
Why not? It's just a crate.
The Cat:
This isn't just any old crate, it's the Transdimensional Transporterlator. It's kinda like a doorway which leads from this world to my world.
Conrad:
But it says "Made in the Philippines".
The Cat:
Yes, but not this Philippines.
Lawrence Quinn:
Why am I sneezing?
The Cat:
[
tapping on Quinn's shoulder] That'd be me. BOO!
The Cat:
[
as the cook] Delicious cupcakes are just minutes away.
The Cat:
[
as a cooking show host] Did you just say "minutes away"? That's impossible!
The Cat:
[
as the cook] You're not just wrong, you're stupid.
The Cat:
[
as a cooking show host] Now, wait just a minute...
The Cat:
[
as the cook] And you're ugly, just like your mum.
[
to a hoe]
The Cat:
Dirty Hoe... I'm sorry, baby. I love you.
The Fish:
Oh my Cod!
Sally:
Who are you?
The Cat:
Who, Me? Why I'm The Cat in the Hat, there's no doubt about that. I'm a super fundiferous feline, who's here to make sure that you're...”meline"...”key lime"...”turpentine". I got nothing! I'm not so good with the rhyming, not really, no. Look, I'm a cat that can talk that should be enough for you people!
Mom:
Well, if you're both staying, remember the rules; Conrad, no playing ball in the house, no fighting, no answering the phone: "City Morgue".
Sally:
Mommy, can't I have some rules?
Mom:
No chewing tobacco.
The Fish:
Children, this cat is currently in violation of... seventeen of your mother's rules!
[
the phone rings, and The Cat answers it]
The Cat:
City Morgue!
The Fish:
EIGHTEEN!
Lawrence Quinn:
Anything for my little Princess.
Sally:
Oh, I don't wanna be a princess, in a constitutional monarchy, parliament has all the real power.
The Cat:
Without my hat, I'm just your garden variety six-foot tall talking cat.
[
Sally, Conrad and Mrs. Kwan are watching TV. It shows a scene of Taiwanese Parliament Members fighting]
Conrad, Sally:
Taiwanese Parliament.
Mrs. Kwan:
You tell them, Kwi-Chang. No more big government! Rip his heart out!
The Fish:
[
on the toilet] This is where they buried my brother!
The Fish:
Someone else should drive!
The Cat:
Alright, you win. Concrete, you drive.
[
gives Conrad the wheel]
Conrad:
Are you serious?
The Cat:
I don't know. A little voice inside of me is saying, "This is a bad idea." But I can barely hear that little voice, because an even louder little voice is screaming, "Let the twelve-year-old drive!" Now punch it.
Conrad:
This is awesome!
Sally:
I want to drive.
The Cat:
I think that's a great idea.
[
gives Sally another wheel]
Conrad:
Wait, two people can't drive at the same time.
The Cat:
You're right. We should all drive.
[
gets his own wheel]
Mom:
[
on phone] What do you mean you're leaving? You're a baby sitter. Baby sitters don't leave, they sit. Baby leavers leave.
Mr. Humberfloob:
First, I'd like to welcome aboard our newest member of the Humberfloob family, Jim McFlinnagan.
[
McFinnigan shakes Humberfloob's hand, to everyone else's shock]
Jim McFinnigan:
Mr. Humberfloob, I wanted to thank you-
Mr. Humberfloob:
Fired.
Jim McFinnigan:
I beg your pardon?
Mr. Humberfloob:
Fired.
Jim McFinnigan:
But I...
Mr. Humberfloob:
[
shouting] Fireeeee-dah!
[
McFinnigan runs away crying]
The Cat:
Hey, Rhode Island license plate. You never see those.
Mr. Humberfloob:
[
speaking to Joan] If your house is as messy as last time, you're FIRRRRRRRE-DUH!
Conrad:
So, what do we do?
The Cat:
Well, there are two treatments I'd recommend. One is a series of painful shots injected into your abdomen and kneecaps, and the other involves a musical number! Me me me me-ow!
Sally:
How many shots?
The Fish:
A dog goes, "Woof woof," and everybody knows that little Timmy's trapped under a log. But a fish speaks in plain English...
Thing Two:
Don't belittle me.
The Cat:
Ah, yes of course. Thing 2 would like to clarify that just because he wears the number 2 does not imply in any way that he's inferior to Thing 1.
Thing Two:
And all of the above.
The Cat:
He says you may feel free to call him Thing A if you like. He will also accept Super Thing, Thing King, Kid Dynamite, Chocolate Thun-da or Ben.
Thing Two:
Ben.
[
Thing 1 jabbers incoherently]
The Cat:
Thing 1 says he's Thing 1 for a reason and some people should just get used to it. It's a Thing thing, you wouldn't understand.
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