Tonight, I wish to speak of love and marriage. You have thought of marriage, haven't...

Meowrice: [to Mewsette] Tonight, I wish to speak of love and marriage. You have thought of marriage, haven't you?
Mewsette: Yes, I... I suppose I have.
Meowrice: Good, then I know just the one for you.
[gestures toward a picture]
Meowrice: Here's his picture. His name is Henry Pfft of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, U.S.A.
Mewsette: [looking at the picture with disgust] You mean you want me to marry this... this fat old...
Meowrice: [interrupting her, laughing] You are as bright as you are pretty, my dear, so please get into the basket like a good little bride to be.
[His henchcats show her the basket]
Mewsette: [frightened] Who are they?
Meowrice: Business associates, cherie. Just get into the basket and you won't have to look at them anymore.
Mewsette: [horrified] Into the basket? No, oh, no!
Meowrice: [mocking her] Yes, oh, yes! You are going to Pittsburgh to marry that rich American. Isn't that what you wanted? Isn't that why you left the farm?
Mewsette: Yes! I mean, no!
[crying]
Mewsette: I just... I just want Jaune-Tom!
Meowrice: Jaune-Tom? You mean the world's greatest mouser?
[laughs]
Meowrice: Why, old Jaune-Tom is probably in Alaska about now.
Mewsette: He is not. You're lying, just like you did about everything else!
Meowrice: [coming towards her menacingly] Call it a weakness. Now get into the basket!
Mewsette: No, I won't! I'm not going to marry anybody!
[Runs away]
Meowrice: [to his henchcats] After her, boys!
[his henchcats trap her in a bell tower]
Meowrice: Don't let her fall! I have already paid the postage!