Film Quotes by Nelson Eddy

Narrator: Peter, don't just stand that way!
[the wolf leans Peter downward]
Narrator: And don't stand that way either.

Prince Peter Karagin, aka Peter Teranda: [singing] Blood and fire, not for me. / Blood and myer, not for me / Lovely ladies, six or seven / Luscious lips, I'm in heaven.

[Christine has left Raoul and Anatole in her dressing room while she greets a crowd of admirers]
Raoul D'Aubert: Would you join me for a bit of supper at the Cafe de l'Opera?
Anatole Garron: With pleasure, monsieur.
Raoul D'Aubert: Think we can get through this crowd?
Anatole Garron: Certainly. After all, who'd pay any attention to a baritone and a detective?

[last lines]
Narrator: [Willie impaled by a harpoon by Prof. Tetti-Tatti] Now Willie will never sing at the met. But don't be too harsh on Tetti-Tatti; he just didn't understand. You see, Willie's singing was a miracle, and people aren't used to miracles.
[to Willie's seagull friend who mourns the whale's loss]
Narrator: And you, faithful little friend, don't be too sad, because miracles never really die. And somewhere in wherever heaven is reserved for creatures of the deep, Willie is still singing, in a hundred voices, each more golden than before, and he'll go on singing in a voice so cheery forever.