- [from trailer]
- Lupe: I can't wait to show you to the rest of the guys! They're gonna fertilize the yard.
- Hans: [after the three horses are in a pile, shocked by the electric fence] I've fallen, and I can't giddy-up!
- Angus: [Ferdinand figured how to get his hair out of his eyes for the first time in his life] I can see! Look, a rock! And another rock!
- [sees Lupe]
- Angus: And the world's most ugliest dog! And there it is, my nemesis! I'm comin' for YOU, ye wee wooden devil!
- [charges the barrel and destroys it]
- Angus: I did it! I finally beat you!
- [Jumps up and down on it]
- Angus: Beat you! Beat you! Beat you! Beat you! Beat you! Oh, look at that, that's spectacular!
- [he goes to admire the view across the countryside]
- Angus: You've given me a fighting chance, Ferdinand. Why would you do such a thing?
- Ferdinand: If we don't look out for each other, who will? Besides, it wasn't that big of a deal.
- Angus: It was for me.
- Paco: [Ferdinand comes home, bringing the other bulls with him] Holy Moly, you multiplied!
- Ferdinand: Hey, Pac-man! I missed you, dawg.
- Paco: Well, I didn't miss you! Not even a little bit.
- Ferdinand: The tail don't lie, brother!
- Paco: [sees his wagging tail has betrayed him] I have GOT to get that fixed.
- Young Valiente: You'll get 'em next time, Dad!
- Valiente's Father: [growls] Who asked you?
- Young Valiente: [tears up. To Ferdinand] What are you lookin' at?
- Young Ferdinand: [Bones accidentally stepped on a carnation that's growing the pen] Hey, careful!
- Young Valiente: Oh, what do ya got there, Ferdinand?
- Young Ferdinand: Uh, nothing?
- Young Valiente: Uh-huh. Nothing.
- Young Ferdinand: Hey, don't you guys have some more headbutting to do?
- Young Valiente: Nah, this is way more fun. Can you believe this guy? The Matador's gonna pick a bull, and all he's worried about is a dumb flower.
- [Makes as if to crush it]
- Young Ferdinand: Cut it out, Valiente!
- Young Valiente: MAKE me.
- Young Bones, Young Guapo: FIght! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!
- Young Bones: I'm not gonna fight you, Valiente.
- Young Valiente: Aw, Flower Bull is scared!
- Young Ferdinand: I'm not scared.
- Young Valiente: Then FIGHT. That's what bulls DO.
- Young Ferdinand: You can hit me if you like. But leave the flower alone.
- Young Ferdinand: Dad!
- [Ferdinand gallops over to the returning trailer, only to discover his father did not survive the bullfight, and starts to cry]
- Young Ferdinand: Dad...
- Valiente's Father: I called it. That bull was soft. The soft ones always go down.
- [sees his own son is staring in horror and scoffs at him]
- Valiente's Father: You'd better bull up!
- Ferdinand: You get to fight in a big, fancy arena, but I'm telling you, it's just another chop house!
- Ferdinand's Father: Look, Ferd. You're still a kid. When you grow up, your dreams are gonna change. Everything's gonna change. I tell ya one thing that's gonna change, you're gonna be bigger and tougher than your old man, that's for sure.
- Young Ferdinand: No way.
- Ferdinand's Father: Yes way! Yeah! And then you'll see. You're gonna get in that ring and You're gonna be the champ!
- Young Ferdinand: Can I be a champ without fighting, maybe?
- Ferdinand's Father: [the old bull sighs sadly] Oh Ferdinand. I really wish the world worked like that for you. I do. But... that's just not how it is, for us. You understand?
- Ferdinand: [Hears Bones crying] Bones?
- Bones: [startled] Ferdinand! Oh, I'm not...
- Ferdinand: Are you okay?
- Bones: Why wouldn't I be okay? I just have... uh... allergies.
- Ferdinand: Oh. Oh, yeah. Sure... um. You know, There's a lot of pollen in the air, this time of year.
- Bones: That's right. A lot of pollen. Makes my eyes water.
- Ferdinand: Hey, I'm really sorry about Guapo. I know you guys were friends.
- Bones: Bulls don't HAVE friends, Ferd. Guapo was my competition. Okay? I'm fine.
- Ferdinand: Oh. Okay.
- Bones: [Can't keep it together] I mean, how many times did I tell him? You gotta get outta your head, man. You gotta control your fears, you know? But he wouldn't listen.
- [Sniffles]
- Bones: Sorry.
- Ferdinand: It's okay to feel bad, Bones.
- Bones: You won't tell anyone about this, will you?
- Ferdinand: I won't say a word. But if you ever wanna talk about... oh, I don't know... allergies, I'm around.
- Ferdinand: Thanks Ferdinand. You're okay.
- Angus: [blindly stumbling about the yard, trying to blow his hair out his eyes] Ooh! Who did that! Oh, who pushed me? Who? Who... .
- [bumps into the tractor]
- Angus: It was YOU, wasn't it?
- Ferdinand: Actually Angus, it was me.
- Angus: Aw, I'm doomed. I'm doomed, I'm doomed, I'm doomed! Primero picks a bull tomorrow, and I'm talkin' to a bloomin' tractor!
- 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!
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