where is it? Don't go! Don't go! I've got something for you! The Once-ler: Ah, here it is! It's a truffula seed. Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing's going to get better. A thought about something that somebody oughtĪ thought about something. Boy: A thought about what? About something I ought? The Once-ler: Well. "Unless." Boy: What's an unless? The Once-ler: Just a far away word as he LIFTED himself by the seat of his pants, and I'll never forget the grim look on his face when he hoisted himself and took leave of this place through a hole in the smog without leaving a trace! And all that the Lorax left here in this mess was a small pile of rocks with one word. Just gave me a very sad, sad backward glance. The Once-ler: Now, all that was left 'neath the bad-smelling sky was my big, empty factory, the Lorax, and I. There's no one on earth who will buy that fool thneed! The Once-ler: The birth of an industry, you poor, stupid guy! You telling me what the public will buy? You can use it for carpets, for pillows, for sheets, for curtains! Or covers for bicycle seats! The Lorax: Sir, you're crazy. It's a glove! It's a hat! But it has other uses, yes, far beyond that. This thing is most useful! This thing is a "thneed." A theed, a fine something-that-all-people-need! It's a shirt. I chopped just one tree, I'm doing no harm. 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? The Once-ler: Look, Lorax, calm down. I speak for the trees, for the trees have no tongues. Now, uh, who did you say you were, little fella? The Lorax: I am the Lorax. (beat) A thing of beauty is a joy forever. (The Lorax gathers the Truffla tree tufts as he walks to the Once-ler's store, then the latter snatches them) Ah, just enough to finish the cuffs. I speak for the- The Once-ler: Never mind, hmph. The Once-ler: What are you doing in my tree stump, buddy? The Lorax: *Your* tree stump? *YOUR* TREE STUMP?! Mister, I am the Lorax. One morning I came to this glorious place.
Way back in the days when the grass was still green, and the pond was still wet, and the clouds were still clean, and the song of the Swomee swans rang out in space. And on grickly midnights in August he peeks out of the shutters and sometimes he speaks, and tells how the Lorax was lifted away. He lurks in his Lerkim on top of his store. Progress is progress, and progress must grow!ĭialogue Narrator: What was the Lorax? And why was it there? And why was it lifted and taken somewhere from the far end of town where the Grickle-grass grows? The old Once-ler still lives here.
#WATCH THE LORAX 1972 TRIAL#
Every once in a while I sit down with myself asking 'Once-ler, why are you a Once-ler?' And I cringe, I don't smile as I sit there on trial asking 'Aren't you ashamed, you old Once-ler? You ought to be locked in a hoosegow, you should! The things that you do are completely un-good.' Yeah? But if I didn't do them, then someone else WOULD! That's a very good point, Mr.Then, I chopped down a truffula tree with one chop! and in no time at all, I had built a small shop. Those trees! Those trees! Those truffula trees! All my life I'd been searching for trees such as these! The touch of their tufts was much softer than silk, and they had the sweet smell of fresh butterfly milk! I felt a great leaping of love in my heart! In knew just what I'd do.They say I'm old-fashioned, and live in the past, but sometimes I think progress progresses too fast!
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