Cat R. Waul
[after pulling to activate a trap door on stage which an opera singing mouse falls into] Terrible! Terrible! Absolutely, positively apalling. I must have a voice to match the occulence of this sal...
[Fievel, scrambles up behind Cat R. Waul, picks up a fork and stabs him in the butt]
[Jumps out of his clothes through the ceiling to an upper level saloon where a lady grabs him]
Lady at Saloon
Oh, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy! Pussy pussy! Oh, pussy!
[Wriggles out, falls down the hole back into his clothes on the stage]
[to Chula]
Cat R. Waul
Right. I want the subversive who tried to asassinate me found.
T.R. Chula
I just love findin' subversives. Boss, what's a subversive?
Cat R. Waul
Someone who doesn't have very long to live.
[Fievel, with his shirt caught on the needle of a record player, tries to run and plays some music, which Cat R. Waul notices]
Cat R. Waul
Ah. If it isn't my diminuitive friend from the train.
Fievel
Cat R. Waul! I heard what you said about the Mouseburgers, and I'm gonna tell everyone. I'm gonna get Wily Burp. Cause he's the law.
[the saloon erupts in laughter]
[Cat R. Waul picks him up on a fork]
Cat R. Waul
Simply put, Mouseling. I am the law here. And you are a mere hors d'oeuvre.