Don't let her fall! I have already paid the postage!

Meowrice:

[showing Mewsette a picture]
His name is Henry Pfft of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, U.S.A. Mewsette:
[looks at the picture with disgust]
You mean you want me to marry this... this fat old... Meowrice:
[interrupting her]
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:
They are my business associates, cherie. Just get into the basket and you won't have to look at them anymore. Mewsette:
In 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 Juane Tom! [continues crying] Meowrice:
Juane Tom? You mean the world's greatest mouser? [laughs] Meowrice:
Why, Juane 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!