Zootopia Quotes

[from trailer]

Judy Hopps: Is that Mr. Big?

Nick Wilde: Stop talking, stop talking!

[One polar bear turns Mr. Big's chair to reveal that he is an arctic shrew]

Judy Hopps: Huh.

Mr. Big: Ice 'em.

[the polar bears are about to ice Judy and Nick]

Fru Fru: Daddy!

[sees the polar bears about to ice Judy and Nick]

Fru Fru: What did we say? No icing anyone at my wedding!

Mr. Big: I have to, baby, Daddy has to.

Nick Wilde: Flash is the fastest guy in there. If you need something done, he's on it.

Judy Hopps: I hope so. We are really fighting the clock and every minute counts.

[sees the inside of the DMV]

Judy Hopps: Wait. They're all SLOTHS? You said this was going to be quick!

Nick Wilde: [in mock surprise] Are you saying that because he's a sloth he can't be fast? I thought in Zootopia, anyone could be anything.

Nick Wilde: Hey, Flash, wanna hear a joke?

Judy Hopps: NO!

Flash: Sure.

[Judy growls in annoyance]

Nick Wilde: OK. What do you call a three-humped camel?

Flash: I don't... know. What... do... you... call... a... three-humped... camel?

Nick Wilde: Pregnant!

[Nick laughs and elbows an irritated Judy. Flash's face lights up as the joke dawns on him and he slowly laughs]

Judy Hopps: [sarcastically] Ha ha! Yes, very funny, very funny. Can we please just focus on the task?

Judy Hopps: Hurry! We gotta beat the rush hour, and...

[shocked]

Judy Hopps: IT'S NIGHT?

[from trailer]

Chief Bogo: This is priority one. Hopps: parking duty.

[the other police officers laugh]

Judy Hopps: Sir, I'm not just some token bunny.

Chief Bogo: You strike out, you resign.

Judy Hopps: Deal.

[from trailer]

Judy Hopps: Hello! I'm here to ask you some questions about a case.

Nick Wilde: Then they should've gotta a real cop to solve it.

Judy Hopps: You are under arrest!

Nick Wilde: [mockingly] For what? Hwurting your fweelings?

Judy Hopps: YOU are a key witness!

Nick Wilde: No, HE is.

[Judy looks where Nick is pointing but sees no one there. She turns back and sees Nick running away]

Judy Hopps: [annoyed] Hey!

[She chases after him]

Judy Hopps: [searching for Nick on a small stone bridge over a ditch] Nick? Nick?

[leans over the edge, finding him sitting on a lawn chair below]

Judy Hopps: Oh Nick! Night howlers aren't wolves! They're toxic flowers. I think someone is targeting predators on purpose and making them go savage.

Nick Wilde: [Deadpan] Wow. Isn't that interesting.

[Nick gets up and walks under the bridge, while Judy follows him]

Judy Hopps: Wait, uh, wait - listen! I - I know you'll never forgive me! And I don't blame you. I wouldn't forgive me either. I was ignorant, and... irresponsible... and small-minded. But predators shouldn't suffer because of my mistakes. I have to fix this.

[Her voice shakes]

Judy Hopps: But I can't do it without you.

[Nick still refuses to turn around]

Judy Hopps: [Judy begins to cry] And... and after we're done, you can hate me, and that'll be fine, because I was a horrible friend, and I hurt you. And you... and you can walk away knowing you were right all along. I really am just a dumb bunny.

[Everything becomes silent, until Nick replays Judy's words with her carrot pen]

Judy Hopps: [through carrot pen, unseen] "I really am just a dumb bunny."

Judy Hopps: [Nick holds up the pen] "I really am just a dumb bunny."

Nick Wilde: [Nick turns around] Don't worry, Carrots. I'll let you erase it... in forty-eight hours.

[Judy smiles at Nick, laughing and wiping away tears]

Nick Wilde: All right, get in here.

[Judy trods, exhausted by her emotional outpouring, toward Nick. She leans her head against him, and they hug]

Nick Wilde: Okay. Oh, you bunnies, you're so emotional. There we go, deep breath... Are you... Are you just trying to steal the pen? Is that what this is?

[Judy, laughing, playfully tries to take the pen away from Nick]

Nick Wilde: You ARE standing on my tail, though... Off... Off... Off... Off... Off...

Judy Hopps: Oh, I'm sorry...

Nick Wilde: Whatever you do, do not let go!

Judy Hopps: I'm gonna let go!

Nick Wilde: WHAT?

Judy Hopps: Oh! You are naked!

Yax: For sure. We're a naturalist club.

Nick Wilde: Everyone comes to Zootopia thinking they can be anything they want. Well, you can't. You can only be what you are. Sly fox. Dumb bunny.

Judy Hopps: I am not a dumb bunny.

Nick Wilde: Right. And that's not wet cement. You'll never be a real cop. You're a cute meter maid, though.

Judy Hopps: [in a limo with Nick, between two polar bear thugs, whispering] What did you do that made Mr. Big so mad at you?

Nick Wilde: [nervously] I, um... I may have sold him a very expensive wool rug that was made from the fur of a skunk... 's butt.

Judy Hopps: Oh, sweet cheese and crackers.

Judy Hopps: I came here to make the world a better place, but I think I broke it.

Chief Bogo: Don't give yourself so much credit, Hopps. The world has always been broken, that's why we need good cops. Like you.

Judy Hopps: Tomorrow's another day.

Pronk Oryx-Antlerson: Yeah, but it might be worse!

Judy Hopps: [Approaches reception desk where Clawhauser is munching on cereal] Excuse me... Down here... Hi.

Clawhauser: O. M. Goodness, they really did hire a bunny. Ho-whop! I gotta tell you, you're even cuter than I thought you'd be.

Judy Hopps: Ooh, ah, you probably didn't know, but a bunny can call another bunny 'cute', but when other animals do it, that's a little...

Clawhauser: [Mortified] Hoo, I'm so sorry! Me, Benjamin Clawhauser, the guy everyone thinks is just a flabby donut-loving cop stereotyping you.

Nick Wilde: You know you love me.

Judy Hopps: [Sarcastically] Do I know that?

[pauses]

Judy Hopps: Yes, yes I do!

Nick Wilde: [about Bellwether] Do you think when she goes to sleep, she counts herself?

Judy Hopps: Shush!

Nick Wilde: I think you said plenty.

Judy Hopps: What do you mean?

Nick Wilde: [saddened] Clearly there's a biological component? That these predators may be reverting back to their primitive savage ways? Are you serious?

Judy Hopps: I just stated the facts of the case! I mean, its not like a bunny can go savage.

Nick Wilde: Right. But a fox could, huh?

Judy Hopps: Nick stop it! You're not like them.

Nick Wilde: [getting angered] Oh, so there's a them now?

Judy Hopps: You know what I mean! You're not that kind of predator.

Nick Wilde: The kind that needs to be muzzled? The kind that makes you believe that you need to carry around fox repellent? Yeah, don't think I didn't notice that little item on the first time we met. So l-let me ask you a question; Are you afraid of me? You think I might-I might go savage? You think that I might try to...

[jumps forward]

Nick Wilde: EAT YOU?

[Judy jumps back and puts hand over Fox Spray]

Nick Wilde: I knew it. Just when I thought someone actually believed in me...

Young Nick: [Undergoing Junior Ranger Scout initiation by flashlight] I - Nicholas Wilde - promise to be brave, loyal, helpful, and trustworthy!

Junior Ranger Scout 1: Even though... you're a fox?

Young Nick: [his smile fades] What?

[Flashlight goes out and Nick is tackled to the ground]

Young Nick: No! NO! What did I do wrong, you guys? Help! Please, what did I do wrong? What did I do?

[a muzzle is forced onto him]

Young Nick: NO!

Junior Ranger Scout 1: You thought we could ever trust a fox without a muzzle? You're even dumber than you look!

[Nick rushes outside and hides behind the steps of the building]

Junior Ranger Scout 2: [from inside] Aww, is he gonna cry?

[Nick struggles to remove the muzzle, finally succeeding and throwing it away from him, struggling to hold back his tears]

Nick Wilde: [Counting his accomplice's take for the day's hustle] 39, 40, there you go! Way to work that diaper, Big Guy!

[Finnick boards his van]

Nick Wilde: No kiss bye-bye for Daddy?

Finnick: [In the driver's seat, Finnick spits out his pacifier and glares at Nick]

[In a gruff adult voice]

Finnick: You kiss me tomorrow, I bite your face off!

[Puts on sunglasses with a sullen flick]

Finnick: Ciao.

Judy Hopps: When I was a kid, I thought Zootopia was this perfect place where everyone got along and anyone could be anything. Turns out, real life's a little bit more complicated than a slogan on a bumper sticker. Real life is messy. We all have limitations. We all make mistakes. Which means, hey, glass half full, we all have a lot in common. And the more we try to understand one another, the more exceptional each of us will be. But we have to try. So no matter what kind of animal you are, from the biggest elephant, to our first fox,

[Nick pulls down his shades and winks at Judy]

Judy Hopps: I implore you: Try. Try to make the world a better place. Look inside yourself and recognize that change starts with you. It starts with me. It starts with all of us.

[all the cadet animals cheer]

Judy Hopps: [driving up next to Nick pushing a stroller] Hi! Hello? It's me again.

Nick Wilde: Hey, it's Officer Toot-toot!

Judy Hopps: [sarcastically] Ha-ha-ho, no. Actually, It's Officer Hopps and I'm here to ask you some questions about a case.

Nick Wilde: What happened, meter maid? Did someone steal a traffic cone? It wasn't me.

[annoyed, Judy rides up and pulls up in front of Nick, blaring her siren]

Nick Wilde: Hey, Carrots, you're gonna wake the baby. I gotta get to work.

Judy Hopps: [gets out of her car with the folder, a notepad, and a carrot pen] This is important, sir. I think your ten dollars worth of pawpsicles can wait.

Nick Wilde: Ha! I make 200 bucks a day, Fluff. 365 days a year since I was 12. And time is money. Hop along.

Judy Hopps: Please, just look at the picture.

[shows a picture of Emmitt Otterton]

Judy Hopps: You sold Mr. Otterton that pawpsicle, right? Do you know him?

Nick Wilde: I know everybody. And I also know that somewhere there's a toy store missing its stuffed animal. So why don't you get back to your box?

Judy Hopps: [smile drops, then becomes serious] Fine. Then we'll have to do this the hard way.

[In a split second, there's a parking boot attached to Nick's stroller]

Nick Wilde: Did you just boot my stroller?

Judy Hopps: Nicholas Wilde, you are under arrest!

Nick Wilde: [scoffs] For what?

[in a patronizing tone]

Nick Wilde: Hurting your feewings?

Judy Hopps: Felony tax evasion.

[Nick's eyes widen]

Judy Hopps: Yeeaah... 200 dollars a day, 365 days a year since you were twelve, that's two decades, so times twenty which is... one million four hundred sixty thousand- I think, I mean I am just a dumb bunny, but we are good at multiplying. Anyway, according to your tax forms, you reported, let me see here, *zero*! Unfortunately, lying on a federal form is a punishable offense. Five years jail time.

Nick Wilde: Well it's my word against yours.

[Judy pulls out her pen and plays back Nick's confession]

Nick Wilde: [through carrot pen] "... 200 bucks a day, Fluff. 365 days a year since I was 12."

Judy Hopps: Actually, it's your word against yours. And if you want this pen, you're going to help me find this poor missing otter, or the only place you'll be selling pawpsicles is the prison cafeteria.

[grins]

Judy Hopps: It's called a hustle, sweetheart.

Finnick: She hustled you!

[hysterical laughter erupts from within the stroller and Finnick crawls out]

Finnick: She hustled you *good*! You a cop now, Nick! You're gonna need one of these!

[slaps his police sticker on Nick]

Finnick: Have fun working with the fuzz!

[continues laughing hysterically as he walk away]

Bellwether: [On her guilt] It's my word against yours

Judy Hopps: Oooh, actually,

[holds up her carrot recorder pen, revealing Bellwether's confession]

Judy Hopps: "... and I'll dart every predator in Zootopia to keep it that way!" it's your word against yours.

Bellwether: Huh?

Judy Hopps: It's called a hustle, sweetheart. Boom.

[flashes a triumphant grin as Chief Bogo shows up with handcuffs behind Bellwether]

Nick Wilde: [Wilde, now a cop pulls over a speeding motorist] Flash?, Flash, Hundred-Yard Dash?

Flash: [Flash slowly rolls down the window and smiles sheepishly] Niiiiick.

Nick Wilde: Tell me if this story sounds familiar: naive little hick with good grades and big ideas decides, "Hey look at me, I'm gonna move to Zootopia, where predators and prey live in harmony and sing Kumbaya!" Only to find, whoopsie: we don't all get along. And that dream of becoming a big city cop? Double whoopsie: she's a meter maid. And whoopsie number three-sie: no one cares about her or her dreams. And soon enough, those dreams die, and our bunny sinks into an emotional and literal squalor living in a box under a bridge, until finally, she has no choice but to go back home with that cute, fuzzy-wuzzy little tail between her legs to become... you're from Bunnyburrow, is that what you said? So how about a carrot farmer?

[smirks, then walks away]

Nick Wilde: That sound about right?

Judy Hopps: Well, he was a key witness, and I...

Chief Bogo: Two days to find the otter, or you quit. That was the deal.

[Holding out hand]

Chief Bogo: Badge.

Judy Hopps: But sir, we...

Chief Bogo: Badge!

Nick Wilde: [as Judy starts to turn in her badge] Uh... no.

Chief Bogo: What did you say, fox?

Nick Wilde: Sorry, what I said was... NO! She will not be giving you that badge.

[Bogo flinches]

Nick Wilde: Look, you gave her a... a... a clown vest and a three wheel joke mobile and two days to solve a case you guys haven't cracked in two weeks? Yeah, no wonder she needed to get help from a fox. None of you guys were gonna help her, were you?

[Bogo starts to speak but Nick cuts him off]

Nick Wilde: Here's the thing, chief. You gave her the 48 hours, so technically we still have... 10 left, to find our Mr. Otterton. And that's exactly what we're gonna do. So, if you'll excuse us, we have a very big lead to follow and a case to crack. Good day.

Bellwether: There! Traffic cams for the whole city. Well this is so exciting, actually. I mean, you know, I never get to do anything this important.

Judy Hopps: But you're the assistant mayor of Zootopia.

Bellwether: Oh, I'm more of a glorified secretary. I think Mayor Lionheart just wanted the sheep vote. But he did give me that nice mug.

[the mug, which has pens and pencils in it, says "World's Greatest Dad", but the word Dad is crossed out with "Assistant Mayor" written above it]

Bellwether: Feels good to be appreciated.

Bellwether: [Cornering Judy and Nick in a pit-like exhibit in the Natural History Museum] Well, you should've just stayed on the carrot farm, huh. It really is too bad, I... I did like you!

Judy Hopps: What're you going to do, kill me?

Bellwether: Oh ho ho ho, no, of course not.

[Aims the Night Howler gun at Nick]

Bellwether: He is!

Judy Hopps: [a pellet hits Nick] No! Oh, Nick!

Bellwether: [calling the ZPD] Yes, police! There's a savage fox in the National History Museum! Officer Hopps is down! Please hurry!

Judy Hopps: No! Nick! Don't do this! Fight it!

Bellwether: Oh, but, he can't help it! Can he? Since preds are just biologically predisposed to be savages.

[Nick growls and chases Judy]

Bellwether: Gosh, think of the headline: "Hero cop killed by savage fox!"

Judy Hopps: So that's it. Prey fears predator and you stay in power?

Bellwether: Yeah. Pretty much.

Judy Hopps: It won't work!

Bellwether: Fear always works, and I'll dart every predator in Zootopia, to keep it that way.

[Nick starts stroking Assistant Mayor Bellwether's hair]

Nick Wilde: [whispers] So... fluffy

Judy Hopps: [whispers] Hey, stop that!

Nick Wilde: Sheep never let me get this close.

Judy Hopps: You can't just touch a sheep's wool.

Nick Wilde: [continuing to stroke Bellwether's hair] It's like cotton candy.

Bonnie Hopps: Of course, it is okay to have dreams.

Stu Hopps: Just as long as you don't believe too much in them.

Clawhauser: [while Judy is trying to radio for reinforcements to the ZPD, Clawhauser is showing his Dancing with Gazelle app to a wolf convict] Are you familiar with Gazelle, greatest singer of our lifetime, angel with horns? Huh. Okay, hold on, keep watching.

[shows his phone with a tiger dancer with Clawhauser's face]

Clawhauser: Who's that beside her? Who is it?

Gazelle: [from the app] Wow, you are one hot dancer, Benjamin Clawhauser.

Clawhauser: [laughs] It's me!

[chuckles again]

Clawhauser: Do you think it was real? It looks so real! It's not, it's just a new app.

[Turns to his radio]

Clawhauser: Hold on a second.

Gazelle: [Bogo is in his office, using the Dancing with Gazelle app] Wow, you are one hot dancer, Chief Bogo.

Clawhauser: [Clawhauser storms in] Chief Bogo!

Chief Bogo: Not now!

Clawhauser: Wait, is that Gazelle?

Chief Bogo: [dismissing] No!

Gazelle: [from the app] I'm Gazelle, and you are one hot dancer.

Clawhauser: You have the app too?

[excited]

Clawhauser: Aww, Chief!

Chief Bogo: Clawhauser! Can't you see I'm working on the missing mammal cases?

Clawhauser: Oh, oh, oh, yes, of course, about that sir. Officer Hopps just called - she found all of them.

Gazelle: Wow, I'm impressed!

Flash: Hey...

Judy Hopps: Wait, wait, wait!

Flash: ...Priscilla!

Judy Hopps: Oh, no!

Priscilla: Yes... Flash?

Flash: What... do...

Judy Hopps: No!

Flash: ...You call... a...

Judy Hopps: A three humped camel? Pregnant! Okay, great, we got it!

Flash: Three... humped...

Judy Hopps: Please, just...

[Rolls her eyes in exasperation]

Judy Hopps: Ughhh...

Stu Hopps: You want to talk about making the world a better place, no better way to do it than becoming a carrot farmer.

Bonnie Hopps: Yes! Your dad, me, your 275 brothers and sisters, we're changing the world.

Stu Hopps: Yeah.

Bonnie Hopps: One carrot at a time.

Stu Hopps: Amen to that.

[first lines]

Young Hopps: [voiceover] Fear. Treachery. Bloodlust. Thousands of years ago, these were the forces that ruled our world. A world where prey were scared of predators. And predators had an uncontrollable, biological urge to maim and maul and...

[acting in a talent show, a small animal in a tiger costume attacks Young Hopps]

Young Hopps: [throws red confetti into the air as if it's coming out of her body] Blood! Blood! Blood!

[she falls down, continuing to throw red confetti and then squeezes ketchup into the air, which lands on her]

Young Hopps: And death.

Stu Hopps: Judy, you ever wonder how your mom and me got to be so darn happy?

Young Hopps: Nope.

Stu Hopps: Well, we gave up on our dreams, and we settled. Right, Bon?

Bonnie Hopps: Oh, yes. That's right, Stu, we settled hard.

Nick Wilde: Okay, press conference 101. You wanna look smart? Answer their question with your own question, and then answer that question. Like this: 'Excuse me, Officer Hopps. What can you tell us about the case?'

Nick Wilde: [turing] 'Well, was this a tough case? Yes, yes it was.' You see?

Bellwether: I framed Lionheart, i can frame you too. It's my word against yours.

Judy Hopps: Oh. Actually...

Bellwether: [Judy pulls out her pen recorder and reveals that she recorded Bellwether's confession] "... and I'll dart every predator in Zootopia to keep it that way!"

Judy Hopps: It's *your* word against yours.

Bellwether: Huh?

Judy Hopps: [in a victorious tone] It's called a hustle, sweetheart. Boom.

[the rest of the ZPD arrive to arrest Bellwether and her henchmen]

Nick Wilde: [Paying Finnick for his work] Thirty nine, forty. There you go. Way to work that diaper, big guy!

[Finnick throws off his elephant costume and jumps into a van]

Nick Wilde: Hey! No kiss bye-bye for daddy?

Finnick: [spits out his pacifier and reveals his gruff tone] You kiss me tomorrow, I'll bite your face off!

[begins to play French hip-hop and applies his sunglasses]

Finnick: Ciao.

Judy Hopps: With all due respect, sir., a good cop... is supposed to serve and protect, help the city, not tear it apart.

Judy Hopps: [Judy sighs and turns over her badge in resignation] I don't deserve this badge.

Chief Bogo: Hopps.

Bellwether: Judy, you've worked so hard to get here, it's what you wanted since you were a kid. You can't quit.

Judy Hopps: Thank you for the opportunity.

[Judy walks out of the office, leaving her badge on the desk]

Judy Hopps: [as Duke Weaselton rolls into the station, trapped in The Big Donut's sign] I popped the weasel!

Chief Bogo: [emerging from his office, yelling] Hopps!

Chief Bogo: [inside Chief Bogo's office where the Chief reads a list of Hopps's offenses] Abandoning your post, inciting a scurry, reckless endangerment of rodents. But, to be fair, you did stop a master criminal from stealing two dozen moldy onions.

Judy Hopps: Hmm, hate to disagree with you, sir, but those aren't onions. Those are a crocus varietal called midnicampum holicithias. They're a Class C botanical, sir. Well, I grew up in a family where plant husbandry was kind of a thing.

Chief Bogo: Shut your tiny mouth now!

Judy Hopps: [sighs] Why did I think I could make a difference?

Stu Hopps: Because you're trier, that's why.

Bonnie Hopps: You've always been a trier.

Judy Hopps: Oh, I tired, and it made life so much worse for so many innocent predators.

Stu Hopps: [horn honks] Oh, not all of them. Speak of the devil, right on time.

Judy Hopps: Is that Gideon Grey?

Stu Hopps: Yep, it sure is. We work with him now.

Bonnie Hopps: He's our partner, and it never would have considered it, had you not opened our minds.

Stu Hopps: That's right. I mean, Gid's turned into one of the best pastry chefs in the Tri-Burrows.

Judy Hopps: Gideon Grey, I'll be darned.

Gideon Grey: Hey Judy, I'd just like to say I'm sorry for the way I behaved in my youth. I had a lot of self-doubt, and it manifested itself in the form of unchecked rage and aggression. I was a major jerk.

Judy Hopps: Oh, I know a thing or two about being a jerk.

Gideon Grey: Anyhow, I brought y'all these pies.

Stu Hopps: Hey kids, don't run through that midnicampum holicithias.

[the kids stop and say 'Whoa!']

Gideon Grey: Well, now there's a $4 word, Mister H. My family always just called them night howlers.

Judy Hopps: I'm sor- What did you say?

Stu Hopps: Oh, Gid's talking about those flowers, Judy. I use them to keep the bugs off the produce, but I don't like the little ones going near them on account of what happened to your Uncle Terry.

Bonnie Hopps: Yeah, Terry ate one when we were kids, and went completely nuts.

Stu Hopps: He bit the dickens out of your mother.

Judy Hopps: [a realization comes to Judy] A bunny can go savage.

Bonnie Hopps: Savage? Well, that's a strong word, but it did hurt like the devil.

Stu Hopps: Well, sure it did! There's a sizable divot in your arm, I'd call that savage.

Judy Hopps: [another realization comes to Judy] Night howlers aren't wolves, they're flowers! The flowers are making the predators go savage!

Judy Hopps: [Judy gasps] That's it! That's what I've been missing! Oh, keys! Keys, keys, keys, come on, hurry!

Judy Hopps: [Stu tosses the pick-up's keys to Judy] Oh, thank you, I love you, bye!

Stu Hopps: [Judy drives off in the pick-up] You catch any of that, Bon?

Bonnie Hopps: Not one bit.

Gideon Grey: Oh, that makes me feel a little bit better, I thought she was speaking in tongues or something.

Judy Hopps: [Judy rings Manchas's doorbell] Mr. Manchas? Judy Hopps, ZPD. We just want to know what happened to Emmitt Otterton.

Mr. Manchas: [Manchas slightly opens his door] You... should be asking... what happened to me.

Nick Wilde: Whoa! Uh, a teensy otter did... that?

Judy Hopps: [whispers] What happened?

Mr. Manchas: He... was an animal!

Mr. Manchas: [flashback to Manchas's limo] Down... on all fours... he was a savage!

Mr. Manchas: [Emmitt growls and attacks Manchas inside the limo; Manchas escapes the limo, gasping in fear; the flashback ends] There was no warning, he just kept yelling about the Night Howlers. Over and over, the Night Howlers!

Nick Wilde: So... you know... about the Night Howlers, too? Good, good, good. Because the Night Howlers are exactly what we are here to talk about. Right?

Judy Hopps: Yup. So, uh... so you just open the door... and tell us what you know... and we will tell you what we know... okay?

Mr. Manchas: Okay.

[Manchas closes his door]

Judy Hopps: [to Nick] Clever fox.

Judy Hopps: [Manchas re-opens his door, making struggling groans; Judy and Nick enter his apartment] Mr. Manchas?

Nick Wilde: Buddy?

Judy Hopps: Are you... okay?

[Manchas is prowling about his apartment on all four paws, growling]

Judy Hopps: Run, run!

[Judy and Nick leave, with Manchas chasing after them]

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.

Judy Hopps: [after replaying Nick's confession on her pen] Actually, it's YOUR word against yours. And if you want this pen, you're gonna help me find this poor missing otter, or the only place you'll be selling pawpsicles is the PRISON cafeteria. It's called a hustle, sweetheart.

Finnick: [as he crawls out of the stroller, laughing hysterically] She hustled you. She hustled you good! You're a cop now, Nick. You gon' need one of these.

[slaps a badge sticker onto Nick's shirt]

Finnick: Have fun working with the fuzz!

[walks away, still laughing]

Judy Hopps: [to Nick] Start talking!

Judy Hopps: Sir, I'm not just some token bunny.

Chief Bogo: Well, then writing a hundred tickets a day should be easy.

Judy Hopps: [taps paw on the floor] A hundred tickets? I'm not gonna write a hundred tickets. I'm gonna write 200 tickets. Before Noon.

Bellwether: [steps up to the podium and concludes the press conference] Okay, thank you, Officer Hopps, uh, that's all the time that we have. No more questions.

Judy Hopps: Was I okay?

Bellwether: [reassuringly] Oh, you did fine.

Judy Hopps: [walks over to Nick] Oh, that went so fast. I didn't get a chance to mention you or say anything about how we...

Nick Wilde: [apprehensively bitter] Oh, I think you said plenty.

Judy Hopps: What do you mean?

Nick Wilde: [quoting Judy] "Clearly there's a biological component"? "These predators may be reverting back to their primitive, savage ways"? Are you serious?

Judy Hopps: [Judy is looking at a photograph and has just seen that the missing Mr. Otterton is carrying a popsicle like the ones she saw being sold by Nick] Pawpsicle!

Clawhauser: [gasps and whispers] The murder weapon!

[Judy and Nick are sitting with Mr. Big at his daughter's wedding discussing the Otterton case]

Mr. Big: Otterton's my florist. He's like a part of the family. He had something important he wanted to discuss. That's why I sent that car to pick him up. But it never arrived.

Judy Hopps: Because he was attacked.

Mr. Big: No. He attacked.

Judy Hopps: Otterton?

Mr. Big: Otterton. He went crazy, ripped up the car, scared my driver half to death and disappeared into the night.

Judy Hopps: But he's a sweet little otter.

Mr. Big: My child, we may be evolved, but deep down, we're still animals. You want to find Otterton, talk to the driver. His name is Manchas. Lives in the Rainforest District. Only he can tell you more.

Nick Wilde: [Emerging out of the water they fell into while escaping the hospital, Judy Hopps is nowhere to be seen] Carrots?

[Worried]

Nick Wilde: Hopps?

[Frantically]

Nick Wilde: JUDY!

Nick Wilde: Oh, great, you're a conductor now, huh? Hey, listen. It would take a miracle to get this rust-bucket going.

[the train car starts moving]

Nick Wilde: Well. Hallelujah.

Nick Wilde: Mission accomplished. Would it be premature for me to do a little victory toot-toot?

Judy Hopps: All right. One toot-toot.

Nick Wilde: [blaring the train horn] Well, I can cross that off the bucket list.

[hearing a thud, they see a ram jump into the car behind them]

Nick Wilde: [managing to close the door just in time] I may have to rescind that victory toot-toot.

Mr. Big: Ice this weasel.

Duke Weaselton: AHH! All right, all right, please! I'll talk! I'll talk! I stole them Night Howlers so I could sell 'em. They offered me what I couldn't refuse. Money.

Judy Hopps: And to whom did you sell them?

Duke Weaselton: A ram named Doug. We got a drop spot underground. Just watch it. Doug is the opposite of friendly. He's unfriendly.

Judy Hopps: [crashing the Night Howler lab] Okay, maybe... maybe some of the evidence survived.

[the train car explodes]

Judy Hopps: [sadly] Everything is gone. We've lost it all.

Nick Wilde: Yeah...

[holding up the briefcase containing the pellet gun]

Nick Wilde: Oh, except for this.

Judy Hopps: Ooh, Nick! Yes!

Nick Wilde: [she punches his shoulder] Ow.

Duke Weaselton: Hey, if it isn't Flopsy the Copsy.

Judy Hopps: We both know those weren't moldy onions I caught you stealing. What were you gonna do with those Night Howlers, Weselton?

Duke Weaselton: It's Weaselton! Duke Weaselton! And I ain't talkin', rabbit.

[flicking his toothpick in her face]

Duke Weaselton: And there ain't nothing you can do to make me.

[she and Nick share a smirk; cut to Mr. Big's office]

Mr. Big: Ice him.

Judy Hopps: [seeing Clawhauser packing up his belongings] What are you doing?

Clawhauser: Um... they thought it would be better... if a predator such as myself... wasn't the first face that you see... when you walk into the ZPD.

Judy Hopps: What?

Clawhauser: They're gonna move me to Records. It's downstairs. It's by the boiler.

Judy Hopps: [preparing to speak at a news conference] You should be up there with me. We did this together.

Nick Wilde: Well, am I a cop? No. No, I am not.

Judy Hopps: Hmm. Funny you should say that...

[offering him a job application]

Judy Hopps: ...because, uh, well, I've been thinking... it would be nice to have a partner.

[offering her carrot pen]

Judy Hopps: Here. In case you need something to write with.

Nick Wilde: [spying on Mayor Lionheart] Great! We're dead. We're dead. That's it. I'm dead, you're dead. Everybody's dead!

Judy Hopps: [realizing what he's leaning on] Can you swim?

Nick Wilde: What? Can I swim? Yes, I can swim. Why?

[as security searches the area, they look on confused at a flushing toilet]

Judy Hopps: It looks like this was a hospital.

Nick Wilde: [reaching for a door handle] You know, after you. You're the cop.

[as she opens the door, he peeks through her ears]

Nick Wilde: Okay, all clear.

Mayor Lionheart: Smellweather!

Bellwether: [to Nick and Judy] Agh. That's a fun little name he likes to use. I called him Lion-fart once. He did not care for that, let me tell you. It was not a good day for me. Yes, sir?

Mayor Lionheart: I thought you were going to cancel my afternoon!

Bellwether: Oh, dear. I'd better go. Let me know what you find. It was really nice for me to be...

Mayor Lionheart: While we're young, Smellweather!

Judy Hopps: Clawhauser, listen to me, we have a 10-91! Jaguar gone savage! Vine and Tuh-junja!

Nick Wilde: It's "Tuh-hunga"!

Fru Fru: Oh, Daddy! It's time for our dance!

[noticing Judy and Nick]

Fru Fru: Oh, what did we say? No icing anyone at my wedding!

Mr. Big: I have to, baby. Daddy has to. Ice 'em!

Nick Wilde: Whoa, whoa, whoa! No, no, no!

Fru Fru: [recognizing Judy] Wait. Please! She's the bunny that saved my life yesterday! From that giant donut.

Mr. Big: This bunny?

Fru Fru: Yeah! Hi!

Judy Hopps: Hi. I love your dress.

Judy Hopps: Sir, I am a co...

Nick Wilde: Mime! She is a mime. This...

[thumping her]

Nick Wilde: ...mime cannot speak. You can't speak if you're a mime.

Judy Hopps: No, I am a cop.

Nick Wilde: [sighing, he covers his face] Ugh.

Judy Hopps: And I'm on the Emmitt Otterton case. And my evidence puts him in your car. So intimidate me all you want. I'm going to find out what you did to that otter if it's the last thing I do.

Mr. Big: Meh. Then I have only one request. Say hello to Gram-mama. Ice 'em.

Nick Wilde: [Mr. Big's polar bear thugs grab him and Judy] Whoa! Whoa, I-I-I-I didn't see nothing! I'm not saying nothing!

Mr. Big: And you never will.

Judy Hopps: Put me down!

Nick Wilde: Please! No, no, no! If you're mad at me about the rug, I've got more rugs!

Judy Hopps: [outside the limo service gate] Closed. Great.

Nick Wilde: Hmm. And I will bet you you don't have a warrant to get in. Hmm? Darn it. It's a bummer.

Judy Hopps: You wasted the day on purpose.

Nick Wilde: Madam, I have a fake badge. I would never impede your pretend investigation.

Judy Hopps: It's not a pretend investigation Look, see? See him? This otter is missing.

Nick Wilde: Well, then they should've gotten a real cop to find him.

Judy Hopps: What is your problem? Does seeing me fail somehow make you feel better about your own sad, miserable life?

Nick Wilde: It does. 100%. Now, since you're sans warrant, I guess we're... done?

Judy Hopps: [offering the carrot pen] Fine. We are done. Here's your pen.

Nick Wilde: [as he reaches for it, she throws it over the fence] Hey! First off, you throw like a bunny. Second, you're a very sore loser.

[climbing the fence]

Nick Wilde: See you later, Officer Fluff. So sad this is over. I wish I could've helped more.

Judy Hopps: [having dug a tunnel underneath the fence] The thing is, you don't need a warrant if you have probable cause, and I'm pretty sure I saw a shifty lowlife climbing the fence. So you're helping plenty. Come on.

Judy Hopps: [finding Mr. Otterton's driver's license] This is him. Emmitt Otterton. He was definitely here. What do you think happened?

Nick Wilde: [looking around, he notices an alcohol glass with a distinctive logo] Well, now, wait a minute. Polar bear fur, Rat Pack music, fancy cup? I know whose car this is. We gotta go.

Judy Hopps: Why? Whose car is it?

Nick Wilde: The most feared crime boss in Tundratown. They call him Mr. Big. And he does not like me. So we gotta go!

Judy Hopps: I'm not leaving. This is a crime scene.

Nick Wilde: Well, it's gonna be an even bigger crime scene if Mr. Big finds me here, so we're leaving right now.

[opening the door, he sees a pair of polar bears]

Nick Wilde: [with a gasp, he tries to act casually] Raymond! And is that Kevin? Long time, no see. And speaking of "no see," how about you forget you saw me, huh? For old times' sake?

[they grab him and Judy]

Nick Wilde: That's a no.

Nick Wilde: Well, I had a ball. You are welcome for the clue, and seeing as how any moron can run a plate, I will take that pen and bid you adieu.

Judy Hopps: The plate. I can't run a plate. Ooh! I'm not in the system yet.

Nick Wilde: Give me the pen, please.

Judy Hopps: What was it you said? "Any moron can run a plate"? Gosh. If only there were a moron around who were up to the task.

Nick Wilde: Rabbit, I did what you asked! You can't keep me on the hook forever.

Judy Hopps: Not forever. Well, I only have 36 hours left to solve this case. So can you run the plate or not?

Nick Wilde: Actually, I just remembered I have a pal at the DMV.

Yax: As you can see, Nangi's an elephant, so she'll totally remember everything. Hey, Nangi. These dudes have some questions about Emmitt the otter.

Nangi: Who?

Yax: Uh... Emmitt Otterton? Been coming to your yoga class for, like, six years?

Nangi: I have no memory of this beaver.

Judy Hopps: Yeah, he's an otter, actually.

Yax: He was here a couple Wednesdays ago, remember?

Nangi: No.

Yax: Yeah, he was wearing a green cable-knit sweater vest and a new pair of corduroy slacks. Oh, and a paisley tie, sweet Windsor knot. Real tight. Remember that, Nangi?

Nangi: No.

Yax: Yeah, and we both walked him out, and he got into this big old white car with a silver trim. Needed a tune-up. The third cylinder wasn't firing. Remember that, Nangi?

Nangi: No.

Judy Hopps: Uh, uh... you didn't happen to catch the license plate number, did you?

Yax: Oh, for sure. It was 2-9-T-H-D-0-3.

Judy Hopps: [taking notes] 0-3. Wow. This is a lot of great info. Thank you.

Yax: Told you Nangi has a mind like a steel trap. Oh, I wish I had a memory like an elephant.

Nick Wilde: [Judy realizes the Mystic Spring Oasis is a nudist club] Oh, boy. Does this make you uncomfortable? Because if so, there's no shame in calling it quits.

Judy Hopps: Yes, there is.

Nick Wilde: Boy, that's the spirit.

Yax: [guiding them through] Yeah, some mammals say the naturalist life is weird, but you know what I say is weird? Clothes on animals!

Nick Wilde: [after Judy tricks him into helping her] I don't know where he is. I only saw where he went.

Judy Hopps: Great. Let's go.

Nick Wilde: It's not exactly a place for a cute little bunny.

Judy Hopps: Don't call me cute. Get in the car.

Nick Wilde: Okay. You're the boss.

Clawhauser: Here you go. One missing otter.

Judy Hopps: That's it?

Clawhauser: Yikes! That is the smallest case file I've ever seen. Leads, none. Witnesses, none. And you're not in the computer system yet, so resources, none!

[chortling]

Clawhauser: Oh, I hope you didn't stake your career on cracking this one.

Judy Hopps: [finding a clue] "Get your popsicle."

Clawhauser: Yeah. 'Cause that... what does that mean?

Judy Hopps: [spotting Nick's tail] It means... I have a lead.

Mrs. Otterton: Chief Bogo, please. Five minutes of your time. Please.

Clawhauser: [following her in, panting] I'm sorry, sir. I tried to stop her. She is super-slippery. I gotta go sit down.

Fru Fru: Oh, my god. Did you see those leopard-print jeggings?

[her friends scream and run away; turning, she screams, too as a giant donut rolls towards her]

Judy Hopps: Oh!

[she catches the donut just before it lands on Fru Fru]

Judy Hopps: I love your hair.

Fru Fru: Oh, thank you.

Officer McHorn: This is Officer McHorn. We got a 10-31.

Judy Hopps: I got dibs! Officer Hopps. I am in pursuit!

Frantic Pig: You, bunny!

Judy Hopps: Sir, if you have a grievance, you may contest your citation in traffic court.

Frantic Pig: What are you talking about? My shop! It was just robbed! Look! He's getting away! Well, are you a cop or not?

Judy Hopps: Oh, yes! Yes! Don't worry, sir! I've got this!

Nick Wilde: So, are all rabbits bad drivers or is it just you?

Judy Hopps: [abruptly stopping the car] Oops. Sorry.

Chief Bogo: We have some new recruits with us this morning, including our first fox. Who cares?

Nick Wilde: Ha. You should have your own line of inspirational greeting cards, sir.

Chief Bogo: Shut your mouth, Wilde.