Babe: Pig in the City (1998)
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.
Flealick: Well, hey, slow down. If you're not a cat, stay and chat.
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: 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.
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?
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 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: Ferdinand the duck, witness to insanity.
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: Why?