# Babar (season 2)

    Seasons: 1 2 3 4 5 6 | Babar: The Movie / King of the Elephants | Main
The following is a list of quotes from the second season of Babar.

### The Gift [2.1]

    Babar: So, after going through all that trouble, I found out the best gifts are the ones that come from the heart. So tell me, what have you decided?
    [The triplets confer]
    Flora: We know what we're gonna get mama now.
    Alexander: Something really special!
    Pom: Something just from us!
    Babar: Wonderful. What is it?
    Triplets: A toaster! [run off giggling]
    Babar: A toaster. That's what I was gonna get her.
    Basil: [after Rataxes saves Babar and Zephir from quicksand] You did it, your rhigness! You saved them! What a guy!
    Rataxes: Quiet, Basil. I-I don't want it to get around!
    Young Babar: What am I gonna do? Everyone has a gift for Madame, except me.
    Zephir: That shouldn't be a problem for a king, Babar. Just name it, and it's yours! I mean, hers! I mean, yours to give to her! How about an electric rocking chair?
    Young Celeste: Or a bathtub full of perfume?
    Zephir: Or a four-banana toaster?
    Young Celeste: "A four-banana toaster?"
    Zephir: Well, she could use it when I came over!

### School Days [2.2]

    Marcel: I told you to wait your turn, hose-nose!
    Young Babar: For the last time, its called a trunk, and when I'm finished, you're both going to wish you had one... All for one, and one for all! En garde!
    Young Babar: Now, if there are any more who would challenge the one musketeer, let him step forward!
    [The school kids run toward him]
    Young Babar: One at a time, one at a time!

### Between Friends [2.3]

Madame: My goodness, are you all right?
Young Celeste: I'm fine. But look at my bicycle,
it's ruined.
Zephir: So is my race car.
I sure hope you can afford to fix it, Celeste.
Young Celeste: You want me to pay you?
Zephir: A cheque will be fine.
Young Celeste: Forget it! You're the one who's going to pay me!
Young Babar: Now hold on, you two?
Zephir: Pay you for what?
Young Celeste: For my bike! And driving like a maniac! This accident was all your fault!
Zephir: My fault? My fault?!
Young Celeste: See, he admitted it.
Zephir: I did not! You're the one who crashed into me!
Young Babar: Hold it!
Young Celeste: Did not!
Zephir: Did too!
Young Celeste: DID NOT, DID NOT, DID NOT!
Zephir: DID TOO, DID TOO, DID TOO!
Young Babar: HOLD IT!!!
Zephir: You don't have to yell.
Young Celeste: Babar, you're a witness, you saw Zephir hit me.
Young Babar: I didn't see the thing.
Madame: Shouldn't two friends be able to work this out peacefully?
________________________________________
    Young Arthur: You asked Celeste and Zephir to play with us? But they're still mad at each other!
    Young Babar: I know, but I thought maybe this would be a way for them to bury the hatchet.
    Young Celeste: Hi, Babar! Arthur!
    Young Babar: Hi, Celeste. I'm glad you made it.
    Young Celeste: Me too. I need something to take my mind off that darn Zephir!
    Young Arthur: [about the tennis racquets] Good thing these aren't hatchets...
    Young Babar: Celeste, after hearing both testimonies, you leave me no choice but to find you: Guilty! [bangs gavel] I hereby sentence you to ten years in the dungeon!
    Young Celeste: Ooohh! [faints]
    Zephir: Ten years?!
    Cornelius: I object! The sentence is much too harsh! Besides, we don't have a dungeon!

### King Tuttle's Vote [2.4]

    Young Babar: We need you and your men to search the palace.
    Cornelius: And the city.
    Pompadour: And the forest.
    Fire Chief: Right. And if we find any fires, we'll put 'em out!
    Young Babar: No, we want you to search for King Tuttle.
    Fire Chief: Is he on fire?
    Young Babar: No.
    Fire Chief: Then who's on fire?
    Young Babar: Nobody's on fire!
    Fire Chief: Right! Then our job here is done!
    Alexander and Flora: ♪ A sailing we will go, ♪
    ♪ A sailing we will go, ♪
    ♪ High-ho the merry-o, ♪
    ♪ A sailing we will go! ♪
    Pom: Avast, ye swabs! Stow that racket, or else you'll taste the wrath of Greenbeard the pirate!
    Alexander and Flora: "Greenbeard"?
    Pom: All the other colors were used up!

### Elephant Express [2.5]

Young Babar: Arthur?
[Arthur muffled screams]
[Young Celeste and Zephir screaming] AHHH!!!
Young Babar: What are you two doing?
Young Celeste: Zephir jumped on my bed and scared the daylights out of me.
Zephir: I scared you? Th--That scream scared me right out of my tree.
Young Arthur: It was the polamossh.
Pompadour: Ha! Nonsense! There's no such thing as a polamossh. It's a figment of your imagination.
Cornelius: But we all heard it, Pompadour.
Pompadour: Then i stand corrected. It's a figment of all our imaginations. Good night.
[Young Babar laughs]: Come on, gang, let's go back to sleep. We have a lot of work to do in the morning.
_____________________________
Young Celeste: Ahhh! Arthur! Have you seen Babar?
Young Arthur: No. Have you seen Zephir?
[Zephir screams] AAAAHHH!!! AHHH! YAAAAAH!!!

### Peer Pressure [2.6]

    Marty: [about Babar's first test] All ya gotta do is sit in this tyre and roll down Thrill Hill. Sorry, JC...
    JC: It's like Marty was saying. Just roll down the hill in this tyre.
    Babar: [sees a small hill] That's Thrill Hill? It doesn't look so bad!
    Marty: Not that hill, Babar.
    [Marty points to a steeper hill]
    Babar: Oh, that hill. Couldn't I just take a written test instead?
    [laughing]
    JC: You're a real comedian. The trouble is, we don't allow chickens into the club.
    Babar: Fair enough.

### Tour De Celesteville [2.7]

    Rataxes: What happened?
    Young Babar: What happened? You rammed us, that's what happened!
    Rataxes: I rammed you?!
    Young Babar: Well, at least you're big enough to admit it!
    Basil: Pedal, two, three, four! Pump, two, three, let's kick...
    Rataxes: Please shut your face, two three, four!
    Cheetah: That's oil, folks!
    Babar: As Cornelius would say: "Slow and steady..."
    Arthur: Wins the race?
    Babar: Nope, keeps us from crashing!

### Rhino War [2.8]

    General Pomire: I hate spunk! What do you think those crates say?
    Rufus: It says “G-A-M-E-S”. Games.
    General Pomire: WRONG! That’s what they want us to think it says. I’ll tell you what it says: “G-A-M-E-S”! [reads the text on the boat] Gonna Attack My Enemies Soon!
    Rufus: Wow! It was in code.
    Cornelius: King Babar, This is terrible!
    Pompadour: [while showing the paper to Young Babar] This is awful! It’s plan 42-H!
    Young Babar: What in the world is plan 42-H?
    Cornelius and Pompadour: Rhinoland has just declared war on Celesteville!
    [Young Babar gasps as scene fades to black]
    Rataxes: Babar! What are you doing in here?
    Young Babar: About 50 years! I wanna talk to you!
    Rataxes: Save it. We gotta get you home and fast
    Cornelius: Excellent news!
    Pompadour: King Babar has stopped the war?
    Cornelius: Even better: Our supplies for the amusement park have arrived!
    Pompadour: [sarcastically] Oh, goody.
    Cornelius: [clears throat] You sent for us, Babar?
    Young Babar: Hi! I...
    Pompadour: Before you say anything sire, I have a signed note from Doctor Cabaloose, excusing me from any further ride-testing duties; Some kind of inner-ear thing.
    Cornelius: I don't believe it! [whispers] Where I can get one?
    Cornelius: How ever did you manage it?
    Young Babar: With a little luck, Cornelius. And thought a help from Rataxes.

### Double the Guards [2.9]

    Young Babar: Lunch? That was the extra urgent, top secret business I had to attend to?
    Cornelius: Proper nutrition is always a top priority, Babar.
    Pompadour: And top secret because we wouldn't want it known that the king of Celesteville still prefers his crusts cut off.
    Young Babar: Good point.
    Young Babar: I think I'm hungry. Let's get something to eat. My Treat. [Scene Transitions to the Pizza Parlor] Hello. Can we have some service, please?
    Cornelius: What can I get you?
    Young Babar: Nothing [Walks towards Celeste] Come on Celeste.
    Young Celeste: Babar! I thought you were hungry.
    Young Babar: Look. What a cute baby.
    Young Celeste: Yes, he is cute. Hello there baby.
    [Baby turns around, only to be revealed as Troubadour in disguise, he then closes the crib]
    Young Babar: Cute. And Clever, too.
    Pompadour: He's a gifted child.
    Young Babar: Let's go Celeste.
    Young Celeste: Wait a minute. I think I know that woman. [They trip over a bowl of fruit]
    Cornelius: My Tusks, this is unfortunate.
    Young Celeste: Ah-ha! I thought so. All right, What's going on?
    Pompadour: We aren't at liberty to explain!
    Cornelius: We have strict orders from King Babar to remain out of sight.
    Young Celeste: Babar, I thought you told them to leave us alone
    Young Babar: I did... at first, then they kinda insisted on coming along. You see, there was this poster of me with the...
    Young Celeste: I don't care! Obviously you don't think we can have fun without them tagging along! I'm going home.
    Young Babar: No, Celeste, wait! Wait, let me apologize!
    [Cornelius, Pompadour and Troubadour follow]
    Young Babar: [turns to Cornelius, Pompadour and Troubadour] Where do you think you're going?
    Cornelius: We're going with you.
    Young Babar: Oh, no you're not. Celeste is mad enough already! I've gotta straighten this out with her. Alone.
    Pompadour: But, sire! Your life is in danger.
    Cornelius and Pompadour: Somebody is out to get you!
    Young Babar: [sighs] Oh look! A flock of turtles!
    Cornelius and Pompadour: Where?
    [Young Babar zips out]
    ________________________
    [Door slams]
    Young Babar: Why are you guys doing this to me? If i don't patch things up with Celeste soon, she'll never forgive me.
    Cornelius: We have to keep an eye on you or this king-napper fellow might--
    Young Babar: What King-Napper Fellow?
    Has anyone actually seen this guy?
    Cornelius: Not as yet.
    Pompadour: In any case, we've set numerous traps around the palace.
    Cornelius: Nothing can get in nor out of the palace without our knowing it.
    [Young Babar sighs]
    [Alarm rings]
    [Young Babar screams] Ahh!
    Pompadour: The alarm! We've caught the King-Napper!
    Zephir: I give, i give!
    Young Arthur: Gee, Babar, if this is the way you greet your friends, i'd hate to be your enemy.
    Young Babar: This is all their fault.
    Let me cut you down and i'll explain.
    So you can see my problem.
    If i don't get away from here soon, Celeste will never speak to me again.
    Young Arthur: Don't give up, Babar.
    Zephir: Let's see if we have all the facts.
    Babar has to smooth things over with Celeste or they'll be kaput, right?
    [Young Babar and Arthur] Right.
    Zephir: Babar can't un-glue himself from Cornelius and Pompadour because they think someone is out to King-Nap him, right?
    [Young Babar and Arthur] Right.
    Zephir: Then the answer is simple.
    We'll King-Nap Babar ourselves.
    [Young Babar and Arthur] Right.
    Young Babar: What?!
    Zephir: It will be easy. Here's the plan.
    [Whispers]
    Young Babar: Celeste? You're the kingnapper?
    Young Celeste: Yep. This was the only way to save you from Cornelius and Pompadour. And it worked! (turns Young Babar toward a table) French fries for two!
    Young Babar: Wow, you did all this just to see me? You must really be hung up on old Babar!
    Young Celeste: Hah! What about you? You're the one who planned his own kingnapping just to see me!
    Young Babar: Okay, we both like each other the same. Agreed?
    Young Celeste: Agreed.

### Monkey Business [2.10]

Babar: Ah, a very good year.
[Alarm blaring]
Pom, Flora and Alexander: Aha! Caught you! Take that! Get 'im!
Zephir: What's going on?
Flora: We've got him, Uncle Zephir.
[All gasping] Dad?
Babar: I'm all for family togetherness, but, really, children...
Pom: Sorry. We thought you were the peanut butter poacher.
Alexander: Yeah, someone's been stealing our private stock, you know.
Flora: And Uncle Zephir is helping us catch him.
Babar: I should have known. The old gag is just like you.
Zephir: What?
Babar: You know, your Uncle Zephir was quite the prankster in his day.
Pom, Flora and Alexander: Uncle Zephir?
Zephir: I dabbled.
Babar: Dabbled? Dabbled? Might i remind you that your jokes almost wiped out a whole year's peanut crop?
Pom: What do you mean, Dad?
Flora: Tell us, Father, tell us.
Babar: All right, gather around. It was a time we will never forget...
There's was once particular week when no one was spared from your Uncle Zephir's unique brand of humour.
Young Arthur: Huh? Hey! Yeow! Oof!
[Loud crash]
______________________________
[Adult Babar]: I had decided it was time to give Zephir a taste of his own medicine.
[Kid Pom]: You? How, dad?
[Adult Babar]: You'll see.
[Celeste & Arthur gasping]
Young Babar: Well, how do i look?
Young Celeste: Like an elephant in a rhino costume.
Young Arthur: Zephir's in for it now.
Young Babar: After this, he'll think twice before pulling another false alarm.
Young Celeste: Well, i just hope nothing goes wrong.
Young Babar: What could possibly go wrong?
__________________________
    Zephir: Just my luck, not a rhino in sight. [Looks through Telescope]
    Young Babar: Rampage!
    Zephir: Ah, The Rhinos are attacking! [recorded battle charge sounds mid-dialogue] The Rhinos are really here!
    [Young Babar roars]
    [Zephir Screams]
    [Scene cuts to inside the palace where Cornelius and Pompadour are reading newspaper]
    Cornelius: [while battle charge sounds continue] I say Pompadour, isn't that the Peanut Patch alarm again?
    Pompadour: I do believe it is Cornelius.
    Cornelius: Trade Sections?
    Pompadour: Yes, thank you.
    __________________________
    Zephir: You've got to believe me!
    There really is a rampage this time!
    Honest!
    Cornelius: Oh, yes, of course there is.
    Pompadour: Just like all the others.
    Zephir: This is for real.
    Babar is out there alone.
    Cornelius: In a rhino costume?
    Zephir: Don't you understand?
    Babar needs our help!
    Young Arthur: Boy, he sure sounded convincing.
    Cornelius: The Mark of a true prankster.
    Cornelius: Well, Babar has-- My tusks! The royal peanut patch, ruined!
    Pompadour: No more peanut butter nouveau! [sobs] It's all because of that callous prankster!
    Young Babar: No, Pompadour. It was my fault. It was the wrong way to teach Zephir a lesson. I should have clobbered him!
    Zephir: Hey, wait! [runs off]
    Young Babar: [gives chase] Stand still!
    Zephir: Yikes! Yaaaaa! Babar, look. You did it, Babar. You saved a plant. [laughs] [Adult Babar]: But what a plant it turned out to be. It was healthy and strong and with all the extra attention that plant got, it yielded a whole jar of peanut butter, and that was the most delicious jar of peanut butter nouveau we have ever tasted.
    Babar: Mmmm!
    Pom: It must have been good.
    Babar: Huh? Oh, yes, it--
    [Latch clicks]
    Pom, Flora and Alexander: The peanut butter poacher.
    Pom: Hide.
    [Alarm blaring]
    Pom, Flora and Alexander: Get 'im! Yeah! Ahh!
    [All gasping] Uncle Arthur?
    [Babar clears throat]
    Uncle Arthur: I was just doing Zephir a favour. He put me up to this. Ask him.
    Zephir: Oops.
    What can i say? I love the stuff.
    Mmmm! Ah...
    [Kids laughing]

### The Intruder [2.11]

[Pompadour screaming] AHHH!!!
Pom: Pompadour's in trouble!
[All gasping]
Flora: Oh no!
Pom: Isabelle, what happened to Pompadour?
Isabelle: Pompy go bye-bye.
Flora: Oh my gosh! The monster is in the house.
Alexander: And he's caught his first victim!
What are we going to do?
Flora: I say we take Isabelle and all our favourite toys and run for our lives.
Alexander: Good plan!
Pom: Wait a minute. Father wouldn't do this, and you know it.
Alexander: He's right. Father would leave the toys.
Pom: Pompadour's in trouble. We can't just leave him.
Alexander: But the monster could come back.
Flora: I'm scared, Pom.
Pom: Don't cry, Flora. We'll be okay. I know! We'll call mother and father the phone number they left behind.
Flora: What phone number?
Pom: Parents always leaves a phone number when they go out.
Alexander: Wait, who gets to stay with Isabelle?
Pom: Even as babies, sisters are a pain.
________________________
    [The children go into the basement]
    Isabelle: Monster!
    [Flora and Alexander] Shh!
    Flora: Do we really have to go down there?
    Can't we just call him from here?
    Pom: What if he can't answer?
    Alexander: Yeah, the monster could have eaten his mouth off.
    Flora: Eww!
    Pom: Pompadour! Oh, Pompadour?
    Flora: You don't think there are any big bugs down here, do you?
    Alexander: Nah! If there were, the monster would have eaten 'em already.
    Pom: Monster don't eat everything, you know.
    Alexander: Everything but broccoli; You've gotta respect them for that!
    Rataxes: Okay, I want that stamp, And I want it now.
    Basil: [clear his throat]
    Pom: The stamp? [the stamp shows us a picture of Rataxes wearing a lady's hat] The stamp!
    Pompadour: If I've told you once, I've told you thrice. We have no idea as to the whereabouts of your silly stamp.
    Basil: Perhaps we should get while the getting's good, sir.
    [Pompadour, Flora and Alexander smile]
    Rataxes: [hands Basil the desk lamp] Not until I get that stamp. It makes me look like a fool, [off-screen] the laughing stock of the entire forest!
    Pompadour: I should think you're used to that!
    [Basil giggling]
    Rataxes: Don't push me, Pachyderm.
    I'm one desperate rhino.
    Now i'm going to give you to the count of three to hand it over.
    One... two...
    Isabelle: Three!
    Rataxes: What?
    Pompadour: Oh, dear.
    Pom: Isabelle, no!
    [Rataxes picks up Isabelle]
    Rataxes: The stamp! Oh, I could just kiss you for this, kid! [Isabelle puckers up] Er... kiss the kid for me, would you Basil?
    [Basil holds Isabelle]
    Pom: That's our stamp!
    [Rataxes licks the stamp and sticks it to his head]
    Rataxes: [laughs evilly]

### Conga the Terrible [2.12]

    Rataxes: Hurry up, Basil. I wanna go home!
    Basil: You mean the mission's over? No more self-sacrifice for the good of mankind?
    Rataxes: Listen, I'm all for self-sacrifice. But if there's nothing in it for me, forget it!
    ________________________
    [All] Conga!
    [Conga roars] ROAR!!!
    [All screaming] AHHH!!!
    [Conga roars] ROAR!!!
    _______________________
    Pompadour: Cornelius, wake up!
    Cornelius: Huh? Is that you, Rataxes? What's going on?
    Pompadour: You fell asleep and Conga crushed the camp, that's what's going on!
    Rataxes: What?! You let Conga slip through my fingers? I could have caught him!
    Young Babar: So that's what you're up to.
    Rataxes: Gasp! That's right, Elephant, And there's nothing you can do to stop me.
    Young Babar: Just don't expect a ride home in my ship.
    Rataxes: Huh? What's going on, Basil?
    Young Babar: Forget it, Rataxes. Although it's too bad your trap didn't work.
    Rataxes: Because of the Incredible cash potential?
    Young Babar: No. Because it could have bought us time to fix the ship and escape.
    Now Conga is bound to come back.
    Rataxes: Well, we've got only one person to blame for that. Cornelius!
    Pompadour: I'm sorry, Cornelius, but i'm inclined to agree with Rataxes. You're simply too old to be--
    Cornelius: I am not too old!
    And it's high time i proved that to you.
    Young Babar: Nice going, you guys. This wasn't Cornelius' fault at all. It was Rataxes'. Rataxes: Mine?!
    Young Babar: You should have relieved him on guard duty. He was up all night.
    Rataxes: Oh, uh, yeah, i guess i fell asleep.
    It was a simple mistake, it could happen to anyone.
    Young Babar: Even Cornelius?
    Tonight had nothing to do with Cornelius' age. Nobody could stay awake that long.
    Pompadour: I feel terrible about his, sire.
    Rataxes: Yeah, me too. What can i do to make it up to the poor guy?
    Young Babar: You can patch this ship up as fast as you can.

### Remember When...? [2.13]

Alexander: Phooey. What a crummy day.
Pom: There goes my soccer game.
Flora: Me and gwendelyn were going to go to the beach.
Alexander: Yeah, well, me and the guys were supposed to have a major frog hunt today.
Flora: Yuck! Then so what if it's raining?
You always get soaked when you go frog hunting anyway.
Alexander: So? It's a big diferencie if you get soaked from the top or the bottom.
Flora: Soaked is Soaked.
Alexander: Go soak your head.
Flora: You soak your head.
Alexander: You!
Flora: You!
Pom: This reminds me of the time we went out to the lake.
Alexander: Oh yeah. We were swimming and Flora wanted to get out of the water because it started to rain. She didn't want to get her top wet.
Flora: It was because of the lightning.
Alexander: There was no lightning.
Flora: Was so!
Alexander: Was not!
Pom: Remember the time when the school got flooed and the bus broke down and...
Isabelle: Yeah, i remember. [laughing]
Flora: How do you remember that?
Pom, Flora and Alexander: You weren't even born yet.
Isabelle: Daddy told me.
[All laughing]
Pom: Remember when we went up in the balloon?
Isabelle: No.
Flora: I don't want to remember that story.
Alexander: Me neither.
Pom: Yeah, that wasn't such a funny story, was it?
I looked like it was going to be a great day.
We were going to the fair.
Pom, Flora and Alexander: All right!
Celeste: Children, be careful.
Babar: And stick together.
Pom, Flora and Alexander: We will!
[Kid Pom]: And then we spotted those big balloons.
__________________________
    [The kids and Celeste get into the balloon]
    Babar: You're next, Pompadour.
    Pompadour: Sire, I must protest! Proper protocol demands that...
    Babar: Move it, Pompadour!
    Pompadour: Moving it, sire!
    Celeste: Madame, please take Isabelle home. There must be something I can do to help.
    _____________________
    [Pom, Flora and Alexander screaming] YAAAHHHH! OOF! OOF! WHOA!
    AAAAAAH!!!
    AAAGH! NOOOO!!!! AAAHHHHH!!!!
    Babar: No!
    [Pom, Flora and Alexander screaming] AAAGH! AAAHHHHH!!!
    Babar: We've got to save them!
    Cornelius: The fire, the ambulance, the police!
    Balloon Ride Operator: Wait! We can't do anything until the storm dies down.
    Celeste: Cornelius.
    Cornelius: Madame, please try to stay calm.
    Celeste: Stay calm?!
    Babar: Celeste.
    Cornelius: Come on, Pompadour, Troubadour.
    Celeste: Oh, Babar. They must be terrified.
    They're only babies. We've got to do something.
    Babar: We've going after them!
    Balloon Ride Operator: No, your majesties, please! You don't understand.
    Handyman: Hey, you, get away from there!
    Cornelius: Up you go, Pompadour!
    Pompadour: Are you sure you know what you're doing?
    Handyman: You can't go up in this storm.
    Cornelius: Stand aside, man!
    This is a rescue mission.
    Handyman: All right, All right. But you're crazy.
    Pompadour: Cornelius, he says we've crazy!
Babar: Cornelius, wait for us!
Balloon Ride Operator: No, no, no!
Not that Balloon! You've got no control!
Cornelius: Grab hold, Pompadour!
Balloon Ride Operator: You don't know what you're doing. You can't fly that thing.
Babar: Wait for us!
Celeste: Wait!
Babar: Yaaaaa!
Celeste: Babar!
Cornelius: Babar!
Babar: Pull me up, Cornelius!
Cornelius: Pull, Pompadour, pull!
Babar: Ahh! Oof! No! Come back!
Celeste: Good gracious!
Cornelius: My tuks! Where's the steering wheel?
Pompadour: Where's the brakes?!
    Babar: All right, how do we get up there?
    Balloon Ride Operator: But your majesties, you don't understand the dangers! The wind, the rain, the lightning!
    Celeste: [to the operator, angry] My children don't understand the dangers either, but they're out there just the same! And that's where my husband and i are going.
    Balloon Ride Operator: Oof!