Phrases from the cartoon “Carlson is back”
The collection includes phrases and quotes from the cartoon “Carlson is back”:
Disgrace!.. Disgusting to watch!…
Eh-eh, once you get into your house, you’ll learn to eat all sorts of nasty things! Go ahead, get your sausage!
- Oh, what a shame that you are not a ghost! - Why? - Well, because television artists are coming now. I called them specifically for the ghost! What will I talk to them about now? - How about what? And I? What about me?! After all, I am a smart, handsome, moderately well-fed man! Well, in full bloom! - Yes, but there is enough of this goodness on television without you! - But I’m also talented!...
This is television, right? Is this the Ghost Life department? Yes? Yes! (F-f-f) You know, a charming ghost flew into me! Come urgently, I want to tell the world about it!
- What an aggressive dog! - I hope, uh... Miss Bok, you love children, right? - Uh... How can I tell you... Crazy!
Why are you yelling? You scared away all my fish...
- Well, Baby, where is your Carlson? - He flew away! But he promised to return! Darling!... Darling!...
Miss Bock! Side! But your smoking can have a detrimental effect on my health! You will have to give up this... nasty habit!
- Give me the bun! Firstly, sweets ruin your figure! Secondly, go to sleep! Thirdly, uh... do your homework! What else, something else is needed. Wow, what a pain to raise! Yes, I remembered, uh... Wash your hands! - Why wash them? After all, there’s nothing to eat anyway...
You have a talking head in your house! There, there she is looking at us!
- So it was you who carried my buns?! - STOP! And your milk has run out! - My God! Milk escaped! Excuse me, what kind of milk, I don’t have any milk on the stove!.. Another joke, naughty girl!
So, you have a dog too... Matilda, do you hear? So... Very good... Well, it’s okay, I’ll make a person out of her!
How so? There is a shoe, but there is no child in it...
Our phone: Two-two-three, three-two-two. Two-two-three, three-two-two.
Good evening, dear friends! Let's start our next program from the life of ghosts! We kindly ask you to take your children away from our blue screens.
Matilda! Matilda! Are you deaf?! I think I'm talking to you! (Matilda sluggishly turns her head to the hostess) Have you seen anything like this? They show crooks on TV! Well, why am I worse?! Ugliness! Oh!
Carlson, you know, she wants to get on TV!
Matilda, can you hear me? My child... Take care of this beast, just be careful - the dog is not sterile.
This fat housekeeper wants to get into the smallest box?! Nothing will work out. It will need to be folded in four.
Well, where did she run away to? Uh... I don't play like that. Has she really gone crazy, huh?
And here, you know, we’re still indulging in buns. Ahem-ahem! Let me introduce myself... uh... Carlson!.. And this is my little... WHERE?! Well, I don't play like that.
So, okay... Yes... I am now, I am this minute, I need to take... my drops... from my head. No, for the head!
- Tell me, dear child: in which ear is the buzzing buzzing? - On the left! - But I didn’t guess! I have a buzzing buzzing in both ears! A-la-la-la-la-la-la, a-la-la-la-la-la-la... la, I'm crazy... What a shame.
Do you know what kind of grandmother I have? As soon as she sees me, she immediately yells at the whole village: “Karlso-onchik is dear!” And then she’ll swoop in and hug you!.. Yes!.. My grandmother, she’s the world champion in hugging!
- Well? Go and work calmly. - I'm coming! - And I guarantee you that soon you will not recognize your child! - Thank you!
Ugh! How uncivilized!..
- Well, let's get acquainted! - Don't... I'm afraid of you... - But why? - I'm afraid... of ghosts.
This housekeeper... just some kind of housekeeper...
- Dear friend, he flies from afar, just for a minute, and you don’t have a cake. - But we didn’t know... - What did you know anyway? You had to hope!.. With all your might.
It's you! Cuckoo, my boy! Hee hee, ah, how good! A-la-la-la-la, a-la-la-la-la...
- Ay! What's the matter? The head is in place... The chair is in place... - Madame!... - By the way, mademoiselle.
Topics of the issue: statements, dialogues, sayings, aphorisms, phrases and quotes from the cartoon “Carlson is back” - a popular Soviet hand-drawn animated film directed by Boris Stepantsev. Carlson turned out to be charming, energetic, agile, with a hilariously characteristic voice. The “housekeeper” Freken Bock appears in the Baby’s house. A film adaptation of the second part of Astrid Lindgren's trilogy about Carlson.
- Calm, just calm! - Carlson whispered.
The tent silently crossed the hallway and stopped at the curtain. The muttering of Bethan and Pelle could now be heard more clearly, but still the words could not be heard. The lamp in the dining room was not on. Bethan and Pelle were at dusk - apparently, the light that penetrated through the window from the street was enough for them.
“That’s good,” Carlson whispered. — The light of my flashlight will seem even brighter in the dark. But for now, just in case, he turned off the flashlight. “We will appear as a joyful, long-awaited surprise...” And Carlson chuckled under the blanket.
Quietly, the tent parted the curtain and entered the dining room. Bethan and Pelle were sitting on a small sofa against the opposite wall. Quietly the tent was approaching them.
“I’ll kiss you now, Bethan,” the Kid heard a hoarse boyish voice.
How wonderful he is, this Pelle!
“Okay,” Bethan said, and there was silence again.
The dark spot of the tent slid silently across the floor; it slowly and inexorably approached the sofa. There were only a few steps to the sofa, but Bethan and Pelle did not notice anything. They sat in silence.
“And now you kiss me, Bethan,” said Pelle’s timid voice.
There was no answer, because at that moment the bright light of a flashlight flashed, which dispersed the gray twilight shadows and hit Pelle in the face. Pelle jumped up and Bethan screamed. But then there was an explosion of laughter and the stamping of feet, rapidly moving away towards the hallway.
Blinded by the bright light, Bethan and Pelle could not see anything, but they heard laughter, wild, enthusiastic laughter that came from behind the curtain.
“This is my obnoxious little brother,” Bethan explained. - Well, now I’ll ask him!
The kid burst out laughing.
- Of course she will kiss you! - he shouted - Why doesn’t she kiss you? Bethan kisses everyone, that's for sure.
Then there was a crash, followed by another burst of laughter.
- Calm, just calm! - Carlson whispered when, during their rapid flight, they suddenly tripped and fell to the floor.
The Kid tried to be as calm as possible, although laughter was bubbling inside him: Carlson fell right on top of him, and the Kid could no longer tell where his legs were and where Carlson’s legs were. Bethan was about to catch them, so they crawled on all fours. In a panic, they burst into the Kid's room just at the moment when Bethan was already trying to grab them.
- Calm, just calm! - Carlson whispered under the blanket, and his short legs tapped on the floor like drumsticks. - The best runner in the world is Carlson, who lives on the roof! - he added, barely catching his breath.
The kid also knew how to run very fast, and, really, now it was necessary. They saved themselves by slamming the door in Bethan's face. Carlson hurriedly turned the key and laughed cheerfully, while Bethan banged on the door with all her might.
- Wait, Baby, I’ll get to you yet! - she shouted angrily.
- In any case, no one saw me! - the Kid answered from behind the door, and Bethan heard laughter again.
If Bethan hadn't been so angry, she would have heard the two laughing.
Carlson bets
One day the Kid returned from school angry, with a bump on his forehead. Mom was busy in the kitchen. When she saw the lump, she was, as expected, upset.
“Poor Baby, what’s that on your forehead?” - Mom asked and hugged him.
“Christer threw a stone at me,” answered the Kid gloomily.
- A stone? What a nasty boy! - Mom exclaimed. - Why didn’t you tell me right away? The kid shrugged:
- What's the point? You don't know how to throw stones. You can't even hit a barn wall with a stone.
- Oh, you stupid! Do you really think that I will throw stones at Christer?
- What else do you want to throw at him? You won't find anything else, at least nothing more suitable than a stone.
Mom sighed. It was clear that Christer was not the only one who threw stones on occasion. Her favorite was no better. How is it possible that a little boy with such kind blue eyes is a fighter?
- Tell me, is it possible to do without a fight? You can agree on anything peacefully. You know, Kid, after all, strictly speaking, there is no such thing in the world that could not be agreed upon if everything is discussed properly.
- No, mom, there are such things. For example, yesterday I also fought with Christer...
“And it’s completely in vain,” said my mother. - You could perfectly resolve your dispute with words and not fists.
The kid sat down at the kitchen table and clasped his bruised head in his hands.
- Yes? You think so? - he asked and looked disapprovingly at his mother. - Christer told me: “I can beat you.” That's what he said. And I answered him: “No, you can’t.” Well, tell me, could we resolve our dispute, as you say, with words?
Mom couldn’t find anything to answer, and she had to cut off her pacifying sermon. Her brawling son sat completely gloomy, and she hurried to put a cup of hot chocolate and fresh buns in front of him.
The Kid loved all this very much. While still on the stairs, he caught the sweet smell of freshly baked muffins. And Mom’s delicious cinnamon buns made life much more bearable.
Filled with gratitude, he took a bite. While he was chewing, his mother covered the bump on his forehead with a plaster. Then she quietly kissed the sore spot and asked:
- What didn’t you share with Christer today?
- Christer and Gunilla say that I made it all up about Carlson, who lives on the roof. They say it's fiction.
- Isn’t that so? - Mom asked carefully.
The baby took his eyes off the cup of chocolate and looked angrily at his mother.
“Even you don’t believe what I say!” - he said. - I asked Carlson if he was a fiction...
- Well, what did he answer you? - Mom asked.
“He said that if he were a fiction, it would be the best fiction in the world.” But the fact is that he is not a fiction. - And the Kid took another bun. — Carlson believes that, on the contrary, Christer and Gunilla are fiction. “It’s an extremely stupid idea,” he says. And I think so too.
Mom didn’t answer anything - she understood that it was pointless to dissuade the Kid from his fantasies.
“I think,” she finally said, “that it’s better for you to play more with Gunilla and Christer and think less about Carlson.”
“At least Carlson doesn’t throw stones at me,” the Kid grumbled and touched the bump on his forehead. Suddenly he remembered something and smiled joyfully at his mother. - Yes, I almost forgot that today I will see Carlson’s house for the first time!
But he immediately repented that he had said this. How stupid it is to talk to your mother about such things!
However, these words of the Kid did not seem to his mother more dangerous and alarming than everything else that he usually said about Carlson, and she said light-heartedly:
“Well, this will probably be very funny.”
But it’s unlikely that Mom would have been so calm if she had fully understood what exactly the Kid told her. After all, just think about where Carlson lived!
The kid got up from the table well-fed, cheerful and quite happy with life. The lump on my forehead no longer hurt, my mouth tasted amazing like cinnamon buns, the sun was shining through the kitchen window, and my mother looked so cute in her plaid apron.
The kid came up to her, kissed her plump hand and said:
- How I love you, mommy!
“I’m very glad,” said my mother.
- Yes... I love you because you are so cute.
Then the Kid went to his room and began to wait for Carlson. They were supposed to go to the roof together today, and if Carlson were just a fiction, as Christer assures, it’s unlikely that the Kid would have been able to get there.
“I’ll pick you up at about three, or four, or five, but in no case before six,” Carlson told him.
