Different thought from Different Lovers

Lady Kluck: Ah, me. Young love. Oh, it's a grand thing.

Marian: Oh, Klucky, surely he must know how much I still love him.

Lady Kluck: But, of course, my dear. Believe me, someday soon, your uncle, King Richard, will have an outlaw for an in-law.

[both laughing]

Marian: Oh, Klucky. But when? When?

Lady Kluck: Oh, patience, my dear. Patience. Remember, absence makes the heart grow fonder. Or forgetful. [sighing] Oh, I've been away so long. What if he's forgotten all about me?

(Meanwhile in the Sherwood Forest)

[Robin hums]

Little John: Hey, lover boy. How's that grub comin'?

Bear: Yeah. We're starving.

[Robin continues humming]

Franklin: Rob?

Beaver: Robin?

Little John: Robert? Hey!

Robin: Hmm? What? What do you say?

Little John: Aw, forget it. Your mind's not on food. You're thinkin' about somebody with long eyelashes.

Celeste: You know what? That lady is just like me.

Victor: Hey, Robin. Our food is spoiling.

Robin: Hey, whoa! It's boiling over!

Little John: You're burnin' the chow!

(Little John flaps the cloth to make the smoke go away)

Robin: Sorry, Johnny. Guess I was thinking about Maid Marian again. I can't help it. I love her, Johnny.

Raccoon: Look, why don't you stop moonin' and mopin' around and just marry the girl, Robin?

Robin: Marry her? You don't just walk up to a girl, hand her a bouquet and say, "Hey, remember me? We were kids together. Will you marry me?" [chuckling] No. It just isn't done that way.

Little John: Aw, come on, Robbie. Climb the castle walls. Sweep her off her feet. Carry her off in style.

Robin: [sighing] It's no use, Johnny. I've thought it all out, and... ...it just wouldn't work. Besides, what have I got to offer her?

Beaver: Well, for one thing, you can't cook.

Robin: I'm serious, Beaver. She's a highborn lady of quality.

Little John: So she's got class? So what?

Robin: I'm an outlaw, that's what. That's no life for a lovely lady. Always on the run. What kind of a future is that?

Friar Tuck: Oh, for heaven's sake, son. You're no outlaw.

Badger: Uncle Tuck? Is that you?

Friar Tuck: My favorite niece.

Badger: It's good to see you.

Friar Tuck: And it is great to see you.

Badger: Is it true? He is not an outlaw?

Friar Tuck: It's true. Why, someday he'll be called a great hero.

Robin: [chuckling] A hero? Do you hear that, friends? We've just been pardoned.

Little John: [snickers] That's a gas. We ain't even been arrested yet.

Friar Tuck: All right. Laugh, you twenty-six rogues. But there's gonna be a big to-do in Nottingham. [slurping, coughing] Well-done, ain't it? Old Prince John's havin' a championship archery tournament tomorrow.

Franklin: Archery tournament? Old Rob could win that standin' on his head, huh, Rob?

Robin: Thank you, Franklin, but I'm sure we're not invited.

Friar Tuck: No, but there's somebody who'll be very disappointed if you don't come.

Little John: [chuckling] Yeah, old bushel britches, the honorable sheriff of Nottingham.

Friar Tuck: No, Maid Marian.

Robin: Maid Marian?

Friar Tuck: Yeah. She... She's gonna give a kiss to the winner.

Robin: A kiss to the winner! Oo-de-lally! Come on, friends! What are we waiting for?

Franklin's dad: Wait a minute, Rob. Hold it. That place will be crawlin' with soldiers.

Robin: Aha! But, remember. Faint hearts never won fair lady. Fear not, my friends. This will be my greatest performance.