Narrator: And though every single human in the stands or in the commentary boxes was at a complete loss for words, the man who in his life had uttered fewer words than any of them knew exactly what to say.
Farmer Hoggett: That'll do, pig. That'll do.
Narrator: There are many perfectly nice cats in the world, but every barrel has its bad apples, and it is well to heed the old adage, "Beware the bad cat bearing a grudge."
The Hoggetts' granddaughter: [opens her present to reveal the beautiful dollhouse Mr. Hoggett made; begins crying] Wwwwaaaaaahh!
Mrs. Esme Hoggett: Oh, what's wrong, dear?
The Hoggetts' granddaughter: [sobs] It's the wrong one. I WANT THE HOUSE I SAW ON THE TELEVISION!
Mrs. Esme Hoggett: [consoles her] Oh, there, there.
Babe: Baa-ram-ewe! Baa-ram-ewe! To your breed, your fleece, your clan be true! Sheep be true! Baa-ram-ewe!
Sheep: [finally begins to speak] What - what did you say?
Narrator: This is a tale about an unprejudiced heart, and how it changed our valley forever. 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: Look, there's something you should know.
Ferdinand: Humans eat ducks!
Babe: [Gasps] I beg your pardon?
Ferdinand: Ah, most ducks prefer 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. Humans don't eat roosters - why? They make eggs with the hens and wake everyone up in the morning.
Ferdinand: I tried it with the hens: it didn't work. So I turned to crowing, and lo! I discover my gift. But no sooner do I become indispensable than they bring in a machine to do the job. Ohhhh-oh-oh. the treachery of it - a mechanical rooster!
Ferdinand: I suppose the life of an anorexic duck doesn't amount to much in the broad scheme of things.
Babe: I'm sorry I bit you. Are you all right?
Sheep: Well, I wouldn't call that a bite myself. You got teeth in that floppy mouth of yours or just gums?
[Babe bursts out laughing and so does the other sheep]
Maa: You see, ladies? A heart of gold.
Puppy: [when Babe is first brought in] What is it, Mom?
Fly: That's a pig! They'll eat him when he's big enough.
Puppy: Will they eat us when we're big enough?
Fly: Oh, good heavens, no! The Bosses only eat stupid animals like sheep and ducks and chickens.
Puppy: [as Fly and her puppies enter the barn and sees Babe] It does look stupid, Mom.
Fly: Not as stupid as sheep, mind you, But pigs are definitely stupid.
Babe: [raises his head] Excuse me... no, we're not!
Maa: Darn silly carry-on, if you ask me.
Horse: The cat says, they call it Christmas
Ferdinand: Christmas! Christmas dinner, yeah. Dinner means death. Death means carnage! CHRISTMAS MEANS CARNAGE!
[flies away frantically]
Cat: Oh, do forgive me for scratching you, dear. I got a bit carried away. It's a cat thing.
Babe: [laughs] Oh, well, but...
Cat: Feeling good about tomorrow, are you?
Babe: Mm-hmm, it should be all right, I think.
Cat: You know, I probably shouldn't say this, but I'm not sure if you realise how much the other animals are laughing at you for this sheepdog business.
Babe: Why would they do that?
Cat: Well, they say that you've forgotten that you're a pig. Isn't that silly? And they even said 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 cow's 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.
Cat: [sighs softly] The fact is that pigs don't have a purpose. Just like, ducks don't have a purpose.
Babe: [confused] Uh, I - I don't, uh...
Cat: All right, for your own sake, I'll be blunt. Why do the Bosses keep ducks? To eat them. So why do the Bosses keep a pig? The fact is that animals that don't seem to have a purpose really do have a purpose. The Bosses have to eat. It's probably the most noble purpose of all, when you come to think about it.
Babe: They... eat pigs?
Cat: Pork, they call it. Or bacon. They only call them pigs when they're alive.
Babe: But, uh, I'm a sheep pig.
Cat: [giggles] The Boss's husband's just playing a little game with you. Believe me, sooner or later, every pig gets eaten. That's the way the world works. Oh... I haven't upset you, have I?
[Babe's first attempt to herd sheep just got him laughed at]
Babe: This is ridiculous, Mum!
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!
Rex: Fly! Get the pig out of there!
Fly: Make them feel inferior - abuse them, insult them.
Babe: They'll laugh at me.
Fly: Then bite them! Be ruthless. Whatever it takes, bend them to your will.
Fly: Go on, go!
Old Ewe: We've got something here that might be of use to our pig.
Old Ewe: Before we gives you anything, wolf, you'll be making us a solemn promise.
Sheep: Treat us civil!
Old Ewe: Yes, you gotta treat us nice-like.
Rex: I'll try.
Sheep: No biting!
Old Ewe: That's right, wolf must avoid biting us sheep at all costs.
Rex: All right. I'll try that too. I'll try.
Old Ewe: But the most important of all, you must promise never ever to let this password we be about to give to be used against any sheep anywhere.
Rex: I promise you that; I'll make make sure that the pig knows it too.
Old Ewe: We have the promise!
Sheep: 'Tis for Babe!
Sheep: It's for his sake!
Sheep: Maa would've wanted it.
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, Mum. They were really friendly.
Rex: You and I are descended from the great sheepdogs. We carry the bloodline of the ancient Bahou. We stand for something! And today I watched in shame as all that was betrayed.
Fly: Rex, dear. He's just a little pig.
Rex: All the greater the insult!
Fly: Rex? I know it was hard for you today, watching all that happening. But surely it's not worth all this misery. Please, dear. Not on such a beautiful night.
Rex: You... put these ideas into his head, Two-faced traitorous WRETCH!
Son-in-Law: Hey, hey, Dad says his little porker's a watchpig.
Mrs. Esme Hoggett: Dearie me! If it's not a duck that thinks it's a rooster, it's a pig that thinks it's a dog!
[everyone laughs as Rex grows jealous]
Son-in-Law: 'A pig that thinks it's a dog'!
[Babe sees the wild dogs attacking Maa]
Narrator: Now the pig understood why the sheep called all dogs 'wolves'. And he was filled with a deep and terrible rage.
Babe: Was Rex a champion?
Fly: He had the makings of the greatest champion there ever was. But it wasn't to be.
Babe: What happened?
Fly: A while back, when Rex was in his prime, the winter rains brought a great flood to the valley. Rex and the Boss got most of the flock onto the high ground. Then Rex went back to look for the strays. He found them. They'd been stranded by the rising water. He tried to herd them across to safety, but they wouldn't budge. Too scared and too stupid to save their own skins. It was freezing cold and the water kept rising. Rex stayed with them right through the night. By morning, the sheep were drowned. And when they found Rex, he was barely alive.
Babe: Oh, Mum.
Fly: Two weeks' rest in front of the fire saw him back on his feet, but his *hearing* was never the same again. He'd never want anyone to know, but... he's almost totally deaf.
Babe: Is that why he's so - you know - angry?
Fly: That's not the half of it. All this was barely a month before the Grand National Challenge. He tried his best, but he couldn't hear the Boss's calls, and it slowed him up. The cold truth is that, but for the stupidity of sheep, Rex would've been the champion of champions.
Valda: [while comforting Esme crying over Arthur's dog trial with Babe] There, there, Esme, it's not the end of the world, you know.
Narrator: [as Fly and Rex's puppies are being sold] The time comes for all creatures when childhood ends and the doorway opens to life as an adult. And so it was with Fly's pups. Though that time was all too soon for Fly.
Country Woman: [hearing on TV that A. Hoggett and his entry Pig about to perform on the sheepdog trial] Is that Hoggett?
Country Woman: I think it was.
Mrs. Esme Hoggett: Huh?
Valda: He said Hoggett. It was clear as a bell.
Mrs. Esme Hoggett: Well, must be another Hoggett. We only have the two dogs and they certainly... aren't...
[the country women stare at Esme who then rolls her eyes in exasperation]
Narrator: Fly decided to speak very slowly, for it was a cold fact of nature that sheep were stupid, and there was nothing that could convince her otherwise.
Fly: Please, someone tell me... what happened this morning.
Narrator: The sheep decided to speak very slowly, for it was a cold fact of nature that wolves were ignorant, and there was nothing that could convince them otherwise.
Sheep: Babe came. He saved us.
Mrs. Esme Hoggett: [Esme wakes up and smacks Arthur] Hoggett dear! Church!
Mrs. Esme Hoggett: Are you doing him tonight then?
Farmer Hoggett: Mmm.
Mrs. Esme Hoggett: Good. The blood'll drain by morning.
Farmer Hoggett: Pity...
Mrs. Esme Hoggett: What's that?
Farmer Hoggett: Nothing.
Mrs. Esme Hoggett: What on Earth are you babbling on about?
Farmer Hoggett: ...Shame, to miss out on the best ham prize at next year's fair, is all. Nice plump haunches he's getting... Beautiful. Still... silly to wait, I suppose.
[Esme stares at him]
Babe: [relieved that he's alive] Ferdinand!
Cow: If you're out here, who's that in there?
Ferdinand: Her name's Rosanna.
[They watch the Hoggett family carve the roast duck]
Ferdinand: Why Rosanna? She - she had such a beautiful nature.
Babe: Oh, Ferdinand...
Ferdinand: I can't take it anymore.
Cow: [disapprovingly] Really.
Ferdinand: The fear's too much for a duck. It - it eats away at the soul! There must be kinder dispositions in far-off gentler lands.
Cow: The only way you'll find happiness is to accept that the way things are is the way things are.
Ferdinand: 'The way things are' stinks! I'm not gonna be a goner, I'm gone! I wish all of you the best of luck.