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[Templeton is being chased by two crows and finding shelter inside a tin can]
Templeton: The rat... is not... uh, uh, enjoying this! All this for slop? The rat is desperate. The rat is trapped. The rat needs to stop calling himself "the rat".
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Wilbur: [about Charlotte] She's dying! She can't go home with us. So I need you to help me take her egg sac with us.
Templeton: Did you say "eggs"?
Wilbur: It's an egg *sac*, and it's right up there, and it has her children in it. And I can't just leave it here. What if something happened to them? Now, I can't reach it, so I need you to get it for me. And I need you to do it *now*!
Templeton: I don't think I like your tone.
Wilbur: Can't you just once in your life think of someone other than yourself?
Templeton: Once? Once?
Wilbur: Come on.
Templeton: No, *you* come on! Who got his hindquarters pecked to make you "radiant," huh? Templeton, that's who. And who interrupted the gorging of a lifetime so you could be "humble"? Why, I think it was... Templeton! Templeton, Templeton, Tem-ple-ton! And do I get thanked? No! Well, has it ever occurred to you that even a rat might like a little appreciation? A little, dare I say, *love*?
Wilbur: Do it and you'll get dibs on my slop for the rest of my life.
Templeton: Done.
Julia Zemiro
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