Match the words to the sentences
afraid, children, exhausted, hear, hush, loudmouth, mom, sick, tail, you |
JEREMY: Say! You were a girl once! You could teach me how to...you know, how to...
MRS BRISBY: Behave yourself?
JEREMY: I'm not that bad! I just need a few pointers to polish my style.
MRS BRISBY: Jeremy, I have got to go home!
JEREMY: Well let me...Let me fly you home! We can talk on the way!
MRS BRISBY: Oh, no thank you. I'm afraid of heights.
JEREMY: OK, then we'll walk.
MRS BRISBY: Bye now.
JEREMY: I think I got real potential, I mean, girls go for the athletic type, don't they?
MRS BRISBY: Jeremy, you're stepping on my (1)_________________.
JEREMY: Oh! Oh, yeah! Excuse me, pardon me...
MARTIN: Maybe I should go look for (2)_________________.
TERESA: I don't think so Martin.
AUNTIE SHREW: Brisby! Briiiiiisby!
TERESA: Oh! Auntie Shrew!
CYNTHIA: Oh Auntie!
MARTIN: Oh no....
AUNTIE SHREW: Brisby!
TERESA: She'll wake up Timothy!
AUNTIE SHREW: Brisby!
TERESA: She's not here!
AUNTIE SHREW: Brisby!
MARTIN: Why is she always coming around here, poking her nose in where she's not wanted?
TERESA: Martin!
AUNTIE SHREW: Thank (3)_________________ child. I must speak with your mother. Your Auntie is (4)_________________! Why me? That I alone should be responsible for the welfare of the entire field is monstrous! Brisby!
TERESA: Mother isn't here.
CYNTHIA: Auntie Shrew, Timmy's sick!
AUNTIE SHREW: Cynthia dearest, don't pull me. She's not here? She left you (5)_________________alone then?
MARTIN: I'm old enough.
AUNTIE SHREW: ...rats in the field up to heaven knows what kind of mischief...Cynthia dear, don't fidgit! You're so like your mother!
MARTIN: I ain't scared of nothing!
TERESA: She went to see Mr. Ages.
AUNTIE SHREW: To Ages? That old flim-flam! Whatever for?
CYNTHIA: Auntie Shrew, Timmy's sick!
AUNTIE SHREW: Patience, my pet. Why to Ages?
CYNTHIA: Timmy's (6)_________________!
TERESA: Timothy is very ill.
AUNTIE SHREW: Timmy ill? How dreadful!
MARTIN: I'm not afraid of the dark!
Auntie Shrew: Martin!
Martin: I'm not (7)_________________ of the farmer!
AUNTIE SHREW: ...I can't (8)_________________!
MARTIN: .....I'm not even scared of Dragon. I'm not even afraid of...of...of the Great Owl!
AUNTIE SHREW: Will you hush up?
MARTIN: Aw, you (9)_________________ up!
TERESA: Martin!
AUNTIE SHREW: Precocious monster!
MARTIN: Bossing bullfrog!
AUNTIE SHREW: Spoiled brat!
MARTIN: (10)_________________!
AUNTIE SHREW: Oh! Well! That will be quite enough, thank you! Cast not pearls before swine, I always say...and that includes impudent piglets! Good day! Ahh! Oh! You-You impertinent little…
MRS BRISBY: Martin! Auntie Shrew, what's going on?
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answers:
JEREMY: Say! You were a girl once! You could teach me how to...you know, how to...
MRS BRISBY: Behave yourself?
JEREMY: I'm not that bad! I just need a few pointers to polish my style.
MRS BRISBY: Jeremy, I have got to go home!
JEREMY: Well let me...Let me fly you home! We can talk on the way!
MRS BRISBY: Oh, no thank you. I'm afraid of heights.
JEREMY: OK, then we'll walk.
MRS BRISBY: Bye now.
JEREMY: I think I got real potential, I mean, girls go for the athletic type, don't they?
MRS BRISBY: Jeremy, you're stepping on my (1)tail.
JEREMY: Oh! Oh, yeah! Excuse me, pardon me...
MARTIN: Maybe I should go look for (2)Mom.
TERESA: I don't think so Martin.
AUNTIE SHREW: Brisby! Briiiiiisby!
TERESA: Oh! Auntie Shrew!
CYNTHIA: Oh Auntie!
MARTIN: Oh no....
AUNTIE SHREW: Brisby!
TERESA: She'll wake up Timothy!
AUNTIE SHREW: Brisby!
TERESA: She's not here!
AUNTIE SHREW: Brisby!
MARTIN: Why is she always coming around here, poking her nose in where she's not wanted?
TERESA: Martin!
AUNTIE SHREW: Thank (3)you child. I must speak with your mother. Your Auntie is (4)exhausted! Why me? That I alone should be responsible for the welfare of the entire field is monstrous! Brisby!
TERESA: Mother isn't here.
CYNTHIA: Auntie Shrew, Timmy's sick!
AUNTIE SHREW: Cynthia dearest, don't pull me. She's not here? She left you (5)children alone then?
MARTIN: I'm old enough.
AUNTIE SHREW: ...rats in the field up to heaven knows what kind of mischief...Cynthia dear, don't fidgit! You're so like your mother!
MARTIN: I ain't scared of nothing!
TERESA: She went to see Mr. Ages.
AUNTIE SHREW: To Ages? That old flim-flam! Whatever for?
CYNTHIA: Auntie Shrew, Timmy's sick!
AUNTIE SHREW: Patience, my pet. Why to Ages?
CYNTHIA: Timmy's (6)sick!
TERESA: Timothy is very ill.
AUNTIE SHREW: Timmy ill? How dreadful!
MARTIN: I'm not afraid of the dark!
Auntie Shrew: Martin!
Martin: I'm not (7)afraid of the farmer!
AUNTIE SHREW: ...I can't (8)hear!
MARTIN: .....I'm not even scared of Dragon. I'm not even afraid of...of...of the Great Owl!
AUNTIE SHREW: Will you hush up?
MARTIN: Aw, you (9)hush up!
TERESA: Martin!
AUNTIE SHREW: Precocious monster!
MARTIN: Bossing bullfrog!
AUNTIE SHREW: Spoiled brat!
MARTIN: (10)Loudmouth!
AUNTIE SHREW: Oh! Well! That will be quite enough, thank you! Cast not pearls before swine, I always say...and that includes impudent piglets! Good day! Ahh! Oh! You-You impertinent little…
MRS BRISBY: Martin! Auntie Shrew, what's going on?