The Aristocats

Oh, ho!

Marie, my little one.

You're going to be as beautiful as your mother.

Isn't she, Duchess?

Careful, Toulouse.

You're making it very difficult for Edgar.

Whoa, Frou-Frou, whoa.

Steady, girl.

- Thank you, Edgar. - (FROU-FROU NICKERS)

Oh. Of course, Frou-Frou.

I almost forgot.

Madame... uh, may I take your parcel, Madame?

It really is much too heavy for you, Madame.

Now, tut-tut, Edgar.

Don't fuss over me.

Berlioz, come back here.

Haven't you forgotten something, darling?

Thank you, Miss Frou-Frou, for letting me ride on your back.

You're quite welcome, young man.

How was that, Mama?

Very good, darling. That was very nice.

Come along, Duchess. Kittens.

Come along.

Oh, and Edgar,

I'm expecting my attorney, Georges Hautecourt.

You'll remember him, of course.

Of course, Madame.

How could anyone forget him?

Oh!

Oh, oh, oh. Not as spry as I was when I was 80, eh?

Ah, good day, sir.

Madame is expecting you, sir.

Evening. Evening, Edgar.

- You never miss. - (GEORGES CHUCKLING)

Come on, Edgar! The last one up the stairs is a nincompoop!

Could we take the elevator this time, sir?

Oh, that birdcage? Poppycock.

Elevators are for old people. Whoops!

May I give you a hand, sir?

You haven't got an extra foot, have you, Edgar? (CHUCKLES)

That always makes me laugh, sir.

Every time.

- Whoo! - Let go of my cane!

Careful, sir. Please. Frightfully sorry, sir.

Don't panic, Edgar.

Upward and onward! Whee!

Am I going too fast for you, Edgar?

Please, sir, hold...

There now, Duchess. That's better.

We must both look our best for Georges.

He's our oldest and dearest friend, you know.

- (KNOCKING ON DOOR) - Come in.

Announcing...

Monsieur...

Georges...

Hautecourt.

Oh, my goodness, Edgar. I know Georges.

Adelaide, my dear.

So good to see you, Georges.

- (MUSIC PLAYING) - (KISSING SOUND) Aaah!

- Still the softest hands in all Paris. - (MADAME GIGGLES)

You're a shameless flatterer, Georges.

Adelaide, that's music.

It's from Carmen, isn't it?

That's right. It was my favourite role.

Yes, yes.

It was the night of your grand premiere that we first met. Remember?

- Oh, indeed, I do. - And how we celebrated your success.

Champagne, dancing the night away...

Oh, Georges.

Oh, ho!

Thank goodness.

Just in time.

Ah, Georges.

We're just a pair of sentimental old fools.

Now, Georges, do be serious.

I've asked you to come here on a very important legal matter.

Oh? Oh!

Splendid, splendid.

Who do you want me to sue, eh?

Come now, Georges. I don't wish you to sue anyone.

I simply want to make my will.

Will, eh? Will, will...

Now, then, who are the beneficiaries?

Well, as you know, I have no living relatives.

Naturally, I want my beloved cats

to be always well-cared for.

Certainly, no one can do this better than my faithful servant, Edgar.

Edgar?

Adelaide, you mean to say you're leaving your vast fortune to Edgar?

Everything you possess? Stocks and bonds?

This mansion? Your country chateau?

Your treasures, jewels, and...?

Oh, no, no, Georges.

- To my cats. To your cats?

Cats?

Yes, Georges.

I simply wish to have the cats inherit first.

Then, at the end of their lifespan, my entire estate will revert to Edgar.

Cats inherit first?

And I come after the cats.

I, me, after...

It's... it's not fair.

Whoo! I mean, whoo.

Each cat will live about 12 years.

I can't wait... And each cat has nine lives.

That's four times 12...

Multiply by nine times...

No, it's less than that. Anyway, it's much longer than I'd ever live.

I'll be gone.

No.

Oh, no. They'll be gone.

I'll think of a way.

Oh... there are a million reasons why I should.

All of 'em dollars.

Millions.

- Those cats have got to go. - (RIPPING)

Wait for me, wait for me!

Me first, me first. Whoo.

Why should you be first?

Because I'm a lady, that's why.

Ha-ha. You're not a lady.

You're nothin' but a sister.

Oh!

I'll show you if I'm a lady or not.

- You're tickling. - Get her, Berlioz, get her.

Fight fair, Marie.

Females never fight fair.

Ow! Now, that hurt.

Mama! Mama!

Marie, darling, Marie, you must stop that.

This, this is really not ladylike.

And Berlioz?

Such behaviour is most unbecoming to a lovely gentleman.

Well, she started it.

Ladies do not start fights, but they can finish them.

Berlioz.

Now, don't be rude.

We were just practising biting and clawing.

Aristocrats do not practise biting and clawing

and things like that. That's just horrible.

But someday we might meet a tough alley cat.

That will do.

It's time we concerned ourself with self-improvement.

You want to grow up to be lovely charming ladies and gentlemens.

Now, Toulouse, you go and start on with your painting.

Yes, Mama.

Mama, may we watch Toulouse paint before we start our music lesson?

Please?

Well, yes, my love, but...

Whoops. - ...you must be very quiet.

Uh-Oh.

Mm-hm. Mm-mm-hm.

Uh-huh.

Yeah.

It's Edgar.

Yeah, old pickle-puss Edgar.

"Old pickle-puss"? Now, now.

Berlioz, that is not kind.

You know Edgar is so fond of all of us

and takes very good care of us.