Lupe:
Don't just think of it as a fight. Think of it as a dance!
Hans:
A bull, dancing? Is this some kind of hilarious joke designed to make me laugh?
Greta:
You see, horses, we have the beautifulest legs for the dancing.
Klaus:
But bulls have short stubby legs.
Hans:
Ja, look at me.
[waddles around on his knees and haunches]
Hans:
Moo, moo, moo!
[the lipizzaner horses all laugh]
Lupe:
Go eat a schnitzel, you pasty-faced glue stick!
Ferdinand:
It's okay, Lupe. THey're right. I mean, how could a big clumsy bull ever do something like this!
[does the flamenco dance Nina taught him]
Lupe:
Whoo! Check out my boy cutting a rug!
Dos:
That was good!
Greta:
You call that dancing? Nein! THIS is dancing!
[They perform a polka]
Angus:
Three against one is hardly fair. Lupe, get my pipes!
[Lupe plays various kazoos like bagpipes and he does a scottish reel]
Angus:
Well, put that in your kilts and smoke it!
Greta:
Don't celebrate yet, you rump roast! Try THIS!
[the horses do a mix of ballet and gymnastics, ending by forming a heart with their heads and rumps]
Bones:
Oooh, I HATE those horses!
Una:
[Seeing where this is going, plugs in a boombox and puts on some hip-hop]
It's showtime.
Bones:
I'm goin' in!
[He joins in with a breakdance, and the three horses and three cows start an epic dance battle, which the horses are winning, until...]
Maquina:
Argh!
[Joins in on the cow's side with robotic dance moves and the four do a grand synchronized finale, which the horses try to top but collide]
Hans:
Watch where you're stepping, dummkopf!
Greta:
Who are you calling dummkopf!
Klaus:
You have four left hooves!
