The Lorax (Bob Holt)
par Richard SmartFrom the Dr. Seuss TV Special "The Lorax (1972)".
"Your tree stump? Your tree stump? Mister, I am the Lorax. I speak for the..."
"Mister, I am the Lorax. I speak for the trees. I speak for the trees for the trees have no tongues. And I'm asking you, sir, at the top of my lungs. That thing! THAT HORRIBLE THING THAT I SEE! WHAT'S THAT THING YOU'VE MADE OUT OF MY TRUFFULA TREE?!"
"Sir, you're crazy. You're crazy with greed. Why, there's no one on earth who would buy that fool Thneed."
"Please, I object, in the name of the trees."
"Gentlemen, I wish to speak for the trees. Here are some facts to cogitate and ruminate. It takes 10 months for a Truffula seed to germinate. It takes 10 long years before the seed grows into a sapling. It takes 10 more years... (coughing)"
"I speak for the trees. Let them grow! Let them grow! But nobody listens too much, don't you know? I speak for the trees! And I'll yell and I'll shout... for the fine things on earth that are on the way out! They say I'm old-fashioned and live in the past. But sometimes I think progress progresses too fast! They say I'm a fool to oppose things like these. But I'm going to continue to speak for the trees!"
"Stop it! Stop it! There's something I've got to tell you!"
"Now, listen all of you. I am the Lorax. I speak for the trees. Whoops!"
"Yes, I am the Lorax who speaks for the trees. Which you seem to be chopping as fast as you please. But I'm also in charge of the Brown Bar-ba-loots. Who played in the shade in their Bar-ba-loot suits and happily lived, eating Truffula Fruits. Now thanks to your hacking my trees to the ground, there's not enough Truffula Fruit to go around."
"They loved living here, but I can't let them stay. They'll have to find food. And I hope that they may. Good luck, boys. Good luck."
"Once-ler, you're making such smogulous smoke. My poor Swomee-Swans, why, they can't sing a note. No one can sing who has smog in his throat. And so... (coughing) Please pardon my cough. They cannot live here. I am sending them off."
"Where will they go? I don't hopefully know. Will there be another dawn?"
"No! You've run out of time for thinking things over! I'm sorry to yell, but my dander is up! Let me say a few words about gluppity-glupp. Your machinery chugs on day and night without stop, making gluppity-glupp and also schloppity-schlopp!"
"You're glumping the pond where the Humming-Fish hummed. No more can they hum, for their gills are all gummed. So I'm sending them off. Oh, their future is dreary."
"Well, Mr. Once-ler?"