"Honey, I'm seven non-fox years old. My father died at seven and a half. I don't want to live in a hole anymore. I'm going to do something about it. [Clicks on his radio...then starts eating his toast in a more animal-like manner]"

"What the cuss?! Where'd this giant fence come from?! We had a master plan!"

"Apple juice? We didn't come here for apple juice. This is some of the strongest, finest alcoholic cider money can buy or that can even be stolen. It burns in your throat, boils in your stomach, and tastes almost exactly like pure, melted gold."

"I guess we do have these three ugly farmers to thank for one thing: reminding us to be thankful and aware of each other. I'm gonna say it again: aware."

"Redemption? Sure. But in the end, he's just another dead rat in a garbage pail behind a Chinese restaurant."

"My suicide mission has been canceled. We're replacing it with a go-for-broke rescue mission."

"[in his letter to the farmers] "Dear Farmers Boggis, Bunce, and Bean, I have no alternative but to agree to your terms. Move the station wagon and open the manhole cover below the foot of the drainpipe next to the cobbler shop, and meet me there today at 10 AM sharp. I will hand myself over to you in exchange for the boy's safe return. Cordially, Mr. Fox"."

"[To Frank Bean, as he prepares for the final battle] Your tractors uprooted my tree. Your posse hunted my family. Your gunmen kidnapped my nephew. Your rat insulted my wife... and YOU shot off my tail! I'm not leaving here without that necktie!"

"HOLY SWEARING CUSS!"

"[In the supermarket, offering a juice-box toast] They say all foxes are slightly allergic to linoleum, but it's cool to the paw - try it. They say my tail needs to be dry cleaned twice a month, but now it's fully detachable - see? They say our tree may never grow back, but one day, something will. Yes, these crackles are made of synthetic goose and these giblets come from artificial squab and even these apples look fake - but at least they've got stars on them. I guess my point is, we'll eat tonight, and we'll eat together. And even in this not particularly flattering light, you are without a doubt the five and a half most wonderful wild animals I've ever met in my life. So let's raise our boxes - to our survival."

"[looks back at Mr. Fox and Kylie, suspiciously] If what I think is happening is happening... [pauses, then the scene zooms in on her] ...it better not be."

"We're all different... Him, especially. But there's something kind of fantastic about that, isn't there?"

"Am I being flirted with by a psychotic rat?"

"Ah, yes. He's very clever, isn't he? Might be a bit difficult, I suppose. [shoots every light around in one fluid movement] But I already figured out where this fox lives. And tomorrow night, we’re gonna camp in the bushes, wait for him to come out of the hole in this tree, and shoot the cuss to smithereens. How does that grab you, fellas?"

"[after the shooting, as he picks up and eyes Mr. Fox's tail] We got the tail, but we missed the fox."

"That's just weak songwriting. You wrote a bad song, Petey! [flicks away his cigar and grimly storms off]"

"[shocked] They took everything? Let me call you back, Petey. [hangs up]"

"[to his wife while holding Kristofferson by his tail] Wrap this wet, little mutt in a newspaper, and put him in a box with some holes punched in the top."

"Based on the beloved book by Roald Dahl."

"Jason Schwartzman is The Muscle"

"George Clooney is The Brains"

"Meryl Streep is The Brains Behind The Brains"

"Willem Dafoe is The Rotter"

"Michael Gambon is The Scoundrel"

"Owen Wilson is The Whistle-Blower"

"Wally Wolodarsky is The Lookout"

"Dig the life fantastic."

"His life is fantastic... his wife is fantastic... his neighbors, not so fantastic."