Narrator: This is a tale about an unprejudiced heart, and how it changed our valley forever. There was a time not so long ago when pigs were afforded no respect, except by other pigs; they lived their whole lives in a cruel and sunless world. In those days pigs believed that the sooner they grew large and fat, the sooner they'd be taken into Pig Paradise, a place so wonderful that no pig had ever thought to come back.
Ferdinand the duck: Christmas? Christmas means dinner, dinner means death! Death means carnage; Christmas means carnage!
Cat: And they even say that you don't know what pigs are for.
Babe: What do you mean, what pigs are for?
Cat: You know, why pigs are here?
Babe: Why are any of us here?
Cat: Well, the cows are here to be milked; the dogs are here to help the Boss's husband with the sheep; and I'm here to be beautiful, and affectionate to the Boss...
Cat: Ah, the fact is, pigs don't have a purpose. Just like ducks don't have a purpose.
Babe: Uh, I -- I don't -- uh --
Cat: Oh, all right. For your own sake, I'll be blunt. Why do the Bosses keep ducks? To eat them. So why do the Bosses keep a pig? The fact is that animals that don't seem to have a purpose really do have a purpose. The Bosses have to eat. It's probably the most noble purpose of all, when you come to think about it.
Babe: They -- eat -- pigs?
Cat: Pork, they call it. Or bacon. They only call them pigs when they're alive.
Cat: Oh, do forgive me for scratching you, dear. I got a bit carried away. It's a cat thing.
Ferdinand the duck: Look, there's something you should know.
Babe the pig: Yes?
Ferdinand: Humans eat ducks!
Babe: Huh? I beg your pardon?
Ferdinand: Ah, most ducks would like to forget it, but the fact is that humans like to eat plump, attractive ducks.
Babe: Ohhh, I don't think so. Not the Boss, not the Boss's wife.
Ferdinand: Oh, come on. Humans don't eat cats -- why?
Babe: Well, they're...
Ferdinand: They're indispensable: they catch mice. Humans don't eat roosters -- why? They make eggs with the hens and wake everyone up in the morning.
Ferdinand: I tried it with the hens: it didn't work. So I turned to crowing, and lo! I discover my gift. But no sooner do I become indispensable than they bring in a machine to do the job. Ohhhh-oh-oh, the treachery of it -- a mechanical rooster!
[Babe's first attempt to herd sheep just got him laughed at.]
Babe: This is ridiculous, Mom!
Fly: Nonsense, it's only your first try. But you're treating them like equals. They're sheep, they're inferior.
Babe: Oh, no they're not.
Fly: Of course they are. We are their masters, Babe. Let them doubt it for a second and they'll walk all over you.
Babe: They'll laugh at me.
Fly: Then bite them! Be ruthless, whatever it takes. Bend them to your will!
[The sheep password.]
Sheep: Baa-ram-ewe, baa-ram-ewe. To your breed, your fleece, your clan be true. Sheep be true. Baa-ram-ewe.
Fly: All right, how did you do it?
Babe: I asked them and they did it. I just asked them nicely.
Fly: We don't ask sheep, dear; we tell them what to do.
Babe: But I did, Mom. They were really friendly.
Narrator: There are many perfectly nice cats in the world, but every barrel has its bad apples, and it is well to heed the old adage, "Beware the bad cat bearing a grudge."
Narrator: And though every single human in the stands or in the commentary boxes was at a complete loss for words, the man who in his life had uttered fewer words than any of them knew exactly what to say.
Farmer Hoggett: That'll do, pig. That'll do.
Ferdinand: I suppose the life of an anorexic duck doesn't amount to much in the broad scheme of things.
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