Jerry Jumbeaux Jr.:
Listen, I don't know what you're doing skulking around during daylight hours, but I don't want any trouble in here, so hit the road.
Nick Wilde:
I'm not looking for any trouble either, sir. I simply want to buy a Jumbo Pop... for my little boy. You want the red or the blue, pal?
[Finnick points at the red Jumbo Pop]
Judy Hopps:
Aw, I'm such a...
Jerry Jumbeaux Jr.:
Oh come on, kid. Back up. Listen buddy, what, there aren't any fox ice cream joints in your part of town?
Nick Wilde:
Uh, no no, there are, there are. It's just, my boy, this goofy little stinker, he loves all things elephant, wants to be one when he grows up.
[Finnick squeaks]
Nick Wilde:
Is that adorable?
Judy Hopps:
Oh.
Nick Wilde:
Who the heck am I to crush his little dreams, huh, right?
Jerry Jumbeaux Jr.:
Look, you probably can't read, fox, but the sign says "We reserve the right to refuse service to anyone." So beat it!
Elephant patron:
You're holding up the line.
[Finnick cries and sniffles]
Judy Hopps:
Hello? Excuse me.
Jerry Jumbeaux Jr.:
Hey, you're gonna have to wait your turn like everyone else, meter maid.
Judy Hopps:
Actually, I'm an officer. Just had a quick question: Are your customers aware they're getting snot and mucus with their cookies and cream?
[Two elephants spit out the ice cream they were just eating]
Jerry Jumbeaux Jr.:
What are you talking about?
Judy Hopps:
Well, I don't want to cause you any trouble, but I believe scooping ice cream with an ungloved trunk is a Class 3 health code violation... which is kind of a big deal, heh.
[the other employee drops the scoop of ice cream]
Judy Hopps:
Of course, I could let you off with a warning, if you were to glove those trunks, and, I don't know... finish selling this nice dad and his son a... what was it?
Nick Wilde:
A Jumbo Pop, please.
Judy Hopps:
A Jumbo Pop.
[Finnick squeaks with relief]
Jerry Jumbeaux Jr.:
[sighs with a groan]
$15.
Nick Wilde:
Thank you so much, thank you. Oh no, are you kidding me? I don't have my wallet, heh heh. I'd lose my head if it weren't attached to my neck.
Finnick:
That's the truth.
Nick Wilde:
Oh boy, I'm sorry, pal, got to be about the worst birthday ever. Please don't be mad at me. Thanks anyway.
Judy Hopps:
[Judy puts money on the counter, buying a Jumbo Pop for Nick and Finnick]
Keep the change.
