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Babe (1995)
Farmer Hoggett: That'll do, pig. That'll do.
Ferdinand: I suppose the life of an anorexic duck doesn't amount to much in the broad scheme of things.
Cat: Oh, do forgive me for scratching you, dear. I got a bit carried away. It's a cat thing.
Ferdinand the duck: Look, there's something you should know. Babe the pig: Yes? Ferdinand: Humans eat ducks! Babe: Huh? I beg your pardon? Ferdinand: Ah, most ducks would like to forget it, but the fact is that humans like to eat plump, attractive ducks. Babe: Ohhh, I don't think so. Not the Boss, not the Boss's wife. Ferdinand: Oh, come on. Humans don't eat cats -- why? Babe: Well, they're... Ferdinand: They're indispensable: they catch mice.
Narrator: There was a time not so long ago when pigs were afforded no respect, except by other pigs; they lived their whole lives in a cruel and sunless world. In those days pigs believed that the sooner they grew large and fat, the sooner they'd be taken into Pig Paradise, a place so wonderful that no pig had ever thought to come back.
Ferdinand the duck: Christmas? Christmas means dinner, dinner means death!
Cat: And they even say that you don't know what pigs are for. Babe: What do you mean, what pigs are for? Cat: You know, why pigs are here? Babe: Why are any of us here? Cat: Well, the cows are here to be milked; the dogs are here to help the Boss's husband with the sheep; and I'm here to be beautiful, and affectionate to the Boss... Babe: Yes? Cat: Ah, the fact is, pigs don't have a purpose. Just like ducks don't have a purpose.
[Babe's first attempt to herd sheep just got him laughed at.] Babe: This is ridiculous, Mom! Fly: Nonsense, it's only your first try. But you're treating them like equals. They're sheep, they're inferior. Babe: Oh, no they're not. Fly: Of course they are. We are their masters, Babe. Let them doubt it for a second and they'll walk all over you.
Babe: They'll laugh at me. Fly: Then bite them! Be ruthless, whatever it takes. Bend them to your will!
[The sheep password.] Sheep: Baa-ram-ewe, baa-ram-ewe. To your breed, your fleece, your clan be true. Sheep be true. Baa-ram-ewe.
Fly: All right, how did you do it? Babe: I asked them and they did it. I just asked them nicely. Fly: We don't ask sheep, dear; we tell them what to do. Babe: But I did, Mom. They were really friendly.
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