The Last Hungry Cat (1961)
Ben Frommer: Hitchcock-type Narrator
Quotes
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Hitchcock-type Narrator : Well, you got away from the law, didn't you?
[Sylvester nods]
Hitchcock-type Narrator : I bet you wish you could get away from your conscience that easily.
Sylvester : Ah, conscience, shmonshience! That bird doesn't even enter my mind.
[turns on the radio]
Radio Announcer : And now your local company will present gas chamber music for - I, I, I, I mean your local gas company will present chamber music for your enjoyment.
[Sylvester perks up and switches off the radio]
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[last lines]
Hitchcock-type Narrator : In the words of the Bard: "Conscience makes cowards of us all".
Sylvester : [offscreen] Ah, shut up!
[hits the narrator in the head, forming a lump which remains in the silhouette as he walks away]
Hitchcock-type Narrator : Good evening.
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Hitchcock-type Narrator : [to Sylvester] Well, you did it, didn't you, cat?
Sylvester : [panting] Yeah, yeah...
Hitchcock-type Narrator : You got rid of that helpless little blue-eyed menace to society, didn't you?
Sylvester : [chuckling] Yeah. Yeah.
Hitchcock-type Narrator : Sardines and milk wouldn't have done it. You had to commit murder.
Sylvester : [shocked] *Murder*?
[laughing]
Sylvester : That's silly! Ridiculous! Murder...
Hitchcock-type Narrator : Of course, there's a good chance they'll never find out who committed this horrible crime.
[Sylvester notices newspapers headlining the police hunt for a criminal called "The Cat"]
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Hitchcock-type Narrator : Are you nervous, pussycat?
Sylvester : Yep.
Hitchcock-type Narrator : Why don't you try reading? That always helps.
Sylvester : Yeah. Yeah, that's a good idea, and besides, reading is good for you.
[picks a book from the shelf, sits down and reads it]
Sylvester : Once upon a time there lived three birds - a mama bird, a papa bird, and a cute little... blue eyed... baby bird.
[drops the book and screams]
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[first lines]
Hitchcock-type Narrator : Tonight, ladies and gentlemen, we bring you a story about murder.
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Sylvester : [crying hysterically] I can't take it anymore! I just can't! After all, I am a pussycat with normal weaknesses! Other pussycats have eaten birds! Why pick on me? Why?
Hitchcock-type Narrator : Why don't you give yourself up?
Sylvester : What was that?
Hitchcock-type Narrator : I said, why don't you give yourself up and accept the consequences?
Sylvester : Yeah, yeah, I'll give myself up! I'll throw myself on their mercy! I did it! I'm guilty! I can't take it anymore! I give up! I'm the killer!