Babe: Pig in the City (1998)
Babe: You're very kind, but...
The Pitbull: No, no, I'm anything but kind. In fact, I have a professional obligation to be malicious.
Babe: Then you should change jobs.
The Pink Poodle: Please. Please. I know you're different from the others. Those that have had their way with me make their empty promises, but they are all lies - lies. And I'm afraid and terribly, terribly tired.
Babe: Where's your human?
The Pink Poodle: My humans belong to someone else now. Someone younger and prettier.
The Narrator: Something broke through the terror - flickerings, fragments of his short life, the random events that delivered him to this, his moment of annihilation. As terror gave way to exhaustion, Babe turned to his attacker, his eyes filled with one simple question...
Flealick: Well, hey, slow down. If you're not a cat, stay and chat.
Thelonius: And what have we here?
Bob: Well, um, we're in a negotiation with this naked, pink individual.
Zootie: He's of foreign extraction, your honor.
Easy: Possibly even an alien.
Ferdinand: Ferdinand the duck, witness to insanity.
The Pitbull: [during jelly bean distribution to the hungry animals] Thank the pig.
Snoop: I'm a sniffer, ya see. A fully qualified, triple-certificated sniffer.
Snoop: It's all in the hooter, the schnoz, the olfactory instrument. You could be a sniffer with a schnoz like that.
Babe: Open up, please. Open this door.
Zootie: You got a problem, sweetie?
Babe: Um... uh...
Bob: Who is it, honey?
Zootie: It's, uh... kind of a baldy, pinky, whitey thingy.
Bob: All I know is what I see. Tug comes in with the bag, just doin' his job, collectin' stuff, and you barge in here accusacating and making demandments.
Babe: Well, I have to warn you, I may be small, but I can be ferocious if provoked.
Thelonius: This lowly, handless, deeply unattractive mudlover is a pig.
Babe: I'm not a porkpie.
Zootie: Whatever you say, cutie pie.
Babe: I'm not any kind of pie. I'm just a pig on a mission.
Bob: Hey, dogs, you got any edibles? Any nibbley-dibbleys?
Flealick: Eh, we got a carpet here with some nice spaghetti stains.
Nigel: But we can't keep licking the carpet, can we, Alan?
Zootie: We're going outside? Without a human? Could be kind of dangerous, you know, in a lethally sort of way.
Babe: [in a dark alley, just past a "Beware: Savage Dogs" sign] Hello? Anybody home?
[dogs growling from the shadows]
Babe: Anybody else?
The Doberman: [Hiding in the shadows] You must have a really thin grasp on Reality...
[Comes out into the light]
The Doberman: ... unless of course; you're suicidal...
Babe: [nervously] I was only looking for some Sheep.
The Doberman: I warned You!
[a Bull Terrier comes out of he shadows in attempts to attack Babe, as so does the Doberman]
The Pitbull: It is decreed that all cats and dogs put aside their instinctive and fanatical abhorrence of each other and that hereafter, all creatures great and diminutive shall be of equal stature, with rights to liberty and justice
The Pitbull: that nobody can deny. And so say all of us.
Ferdinand: Face it, you're just a little pig in the big city. What can you possibly do? What can anyone do? Why even try?
Zootie: It's a dog-eat-dog world, and there's not enough dog to go around.
Ferdinand: He's my lucky pig, my good luck pig. W-w-without him, I'm dead. Deceased! Lifeless! Extinct! A demised duck!
The Narrator: Of course, it was proved beyond any doubt that Esme Cordelia Hoggett was not a felon. But sadly, they had missed their all-important connection. And to make matters worse, they were obliged to wait some days for the next flight home. They couldn't go forward and they couldn't go back. They were stranded.
Mrs. Esme Cordelia Hoggett: [speaking very rapidly as the court stenographer looks on with a dumbfound expression] Oh, well, yes, I've given myself a good, hard talking-to, let me tell you. I said to myself, "Esme, you have let yourself down, you have let Arthur down, and you have let the pig down..."
The Narrator: The judge had never heard anyone speak so many words in such short of time.
Mrs. Esme Cordelia Hoggett: Who'd trust you? So...
The Narrator: Evidently, this was a woman of clear conscience and good intent.
Mrs. Esme Cordelia Hoggett: I used to dismiss pigs, but then a pig became my husband's best friend...
The Narrator: Besides, he grew up on a farm and had a fondness for pigs.
Mrs. Esme Cordelia Hoggett: You can bind me in chains, but the minute I'm set free, I shall march straight back out into those ugly streets and continue to search for my Arthur's pig!
Judge: [bangs gavel] Case dismissed!
The Narrator: Even before her Arthur's misfortune, Mrs. Hoggett was ceaselessly busy, bustling, baking, bottling and pickling. But now, having to nurse her husband and pay the bills, she found life considerably more challenging than she had ever anticipated. Before long, two men showed up. Two men in suits. Men with pale faces and soulless eyes. Such men could have come from only one place: the bank.