Jim Crow: [after taking his first look at Dumbo and Timothy sleeping in their tree] Ha! Well, hush my beak!
Crow #3: Go ahead. Wake 'em up, brother.
Crow #1: Yeah, find out what they're doin' up here.
Crow #2: Yeah.
Crow #4: And ask 'em what they want.
Jim Crow: [shoving them all aside] Okay boys, leave it to me.

Jim Crow: [as Timothy and Dumbo walk away sadly] Hey brother, now wa-wa-wait a minute. You don't hafta leave feelin' like that. We done seen the light. You boys is okay.
Timothy Q. Mouse: Please. You've done enough.
Jim Crow: But we's all fixin' to 'hep ya. Ain't that the truth, boys?
[the other crows fly down, all agreeing happily]
Jim Crow: You wanna make the elephant fly, don't ya? Well, you gotta use a lot of 'chology. You know, *psy*-chology. Now here's what you do. First, you'll uh...
Jim Crow: [all the crows whisper]
Jim Crow: And then right after that, you'll uh...
[whispers continue]
Jim Crow: [plucks a feather from the youngest crow's tail; he yelps] Use the magic feather. Catch on?
Timothy Q. Mouse: [accepting the feather] The magic feather?
[smiles, now getting the secret, then winks as he gives Jim an elbow in the wing]
Timothy Q. Mouse: Yeah! I gotcha.
[rushes joyfully to Dumbo, then places the feather at the end of his trunk]
Timothy Q. Mouse: Dumbo! Look! Have I got it! The magic feather! Now you can fly!

Jim Crow: [singing] I seen a peanut stand /And heard a rubber band /I've seen a needle that winked its eye / But I been done seen about everything / When I see an elephant fly.

Jim Crow: Quiet, gentlemen. The Reverend Rodent is gonna ad-dress you.

Timothy Q. Mouse: [a trumpet and drumroll play as Dumbo hesitantly holds back from running out toward the elephant pyramid] Go on! Get goin'! Whatsa matter wit'cha? Dumbo, that's your cue! You're on, Dumbo!
[trumpet and drumroll play again as he pulls out a needle to force Dumbo onto the runway]

Timothy Q. Mouse: [after Dumbo blows a zigzag bubble] That's a pretty strick slick. All right, let's see you blow a square one, pal.
[Dumbo blows a square bubble]
Timothy Q. Mouse: Say, that's very, very clever. Now blow a greaaaaaat big one!
[Dumbo blows a big bubble; it turns into a pink elephant]
Timothy Q. Mouse: That's a pretty stri... Hey!
[the pink elephant blows more pink elephants]
Timothy Q. Mouse: Dumbo!
[rushes under Dumbo's hat]
Timothy Q. Mouse: You see what I see?

Timothy Q. Mouse: [after Dumbo pelts the other elephants with peanuts; shouts joyfully] You're makin' history!

Timothy Q. Mouse: [after the reprise of "When I See an Elephant Fly", when Dumbo, Timothy, and all the crows land on a telephone wire] Dumbo, I knew you could do it! Wait'll we get to the big town!
Jim Crow: Boy, them city folks is sure in for a surprise!
[all laugh]

Timothy Q. Mouse: [as Dumbo drinks the water with the clowns' champagne] Listen, little fella: we may have had a lot of hard luck up till now, but you and me'll do big things together. Hold your breath.
[Dumbo holds his breath, holding the water]
Timothy Q. Mouse: Why, your mother'll be so proud of ya, I'll be proud of you, too. The whole coicus'll be proud of ya. Now, whaddaya think of that? Swallow it.
[Dumbo gulps the water down]
Timothy Q. Mouse: Ha-ha, they won't keep us down.
[Dumbo hiccups several bubbles, then lazily falls back, blowing one bubble, but soon rises again]
Timothy Q. Mouse: Oh, I guess you had a little one left over. Dumbo, we'll bounce back so hard...
[Dumbo hiccups more bubbles]
Timothy Q. Mouse: Hey, whatsa matter with ya?
[Dumbo snorts more bubbles, which turns Timothy suspicious]
Timothy Q. Mouse: What kinda water is this, anyhow?
[he leans over the bucket rim to check out the water's condition, but soon falls in headfirst]

Timothy Q. Mouse: [as Dumbo falls from his platform after the "magic" feather falls away] Dumbo! C'mon, fly! Open them ears! The magic feather was just a gag! You can fly! Honest, you can! Hey, open 'em up! Hurry!
[at the last moment, Dumbo opens his ears and soars over the crowd]
Timothy Q. Mouse: Whee! We did it! We did it! Let's show 'em, Dumbo! Power dive!