[last lines]
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.
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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.
Cat: Oh, do forgive me for scratching you, dear. I got a bit carried away. It's a cat thing.
Babe: [laughs] Oh, well, but...
Cat: Feeling good about tomorrow, are you?
Babe: Mm-hmm, it should be all right, I think.
Cat: You know, I probably shouldn't say this, but I'm not sure if you
realise how much the other animals are laughing at you for this sheepdog business.
Babe: Why would they do that?
Cat: Well, they say that you've forgotten that you're a pig. Isn't that silly? And they even said 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 cow's 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.
Babe: Yes?
Cat: [sighs softly] The fact is that pigs don't have a purpose. Just like,
ducks don't have a purpose.
Babe: [confused] Uh, I - I don't, uh...
Cat: 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.
Babe: But, uh, I'm a sheep pig.
Cat: [giggles] The Boss's husband's just playing a little game with you. Believe me, sooner or later, every pig gets eaten. That's the way
the world works. Oh... I haven't upset you, have I?
[chuckles softly]
Babe: Was Rex a champion?
Fly: He had the makings of the greatest champion there ever was. But it wasn't to be.
Babe: What happened?
Fly: A while back, when Rex was in his prime, the winter rains brought a great flood to the valley. Rex and the Boss got most of the flock onto the high ground. Then Rex went
back to look for the strays. He found them. They'd been stranded by the rising water. He tried to herd them across to safety, but they wouldn't budge. Too scared and too stupid to save their own skins. It was freezing cold and the water kept rising. Rex stayed with them right through the night. By morning, the sheep were drowned. And when they found Rex, he was barely alive.
Babe: Oh, Mum.
Fly: Two weeks' rest in front of the fire saw him back on his feet, but his *hearing* was never the same again. He'd never want anyone to know, but... he's almost totally deaf.
Babe: Is that why he's so - you know - angry?
Fly: That's not the half of it. All this was barely a month before the
Grand National Challenge. He tried his best, but he couldn't hear the Boss's calls, and it slowed him up. The cold truth is that, but for the stupidity of sheep, Rex would've been the champion of champions.
Ferdinand: Look, there's something you should know.
Babe: Yes?
Ferdinand: Humans eat ducks!
Babe: [Gasps] I beg your pardon?
Ferdinand: Ah, most ducks prefer 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.
Babe: Right.
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!
Rex: You and I are descended from the great sheepdogs. We carry the bloodline of the ancient Bahou. We stand for something! And today I watched in shame as all that was betrayed.
Fly: Rex, dear. He's just a little pig.
Rex: All the greater the insult!
The Hoggetts' granddaughter: [opens her present to reveal the beautiful dollhouse Mr. Hoggett made; begins crying] Wwwwaaaaaahh!
Mrs. Esme Hoggett: Oh, what's wrong, dear?
The Hoggetts' granddaughter: [sobs] It's the wrong one. I WANT THE HOUSE I SAW ON THE TELEVISION!
Mrs. Esme Hoggett: [consoles her] Oh,
there, there.
Mrs. Esme Hoggett: Are you doing him tonight then?
Farmer Hoggett: Mmm.
Mrs. Esme Hoggett: Good. The blood'll drain by morning.
Farmer Hoggett: Pity...
Mrs. Esme Hoggett: What's that?
Farmer Hoggett: Nothing.
Mrs. Esme Hoggett: What on
Earth are you babbling on about?
Farmer Hoggett: ...Shame, to miss out on the best ham prize at next year's fair, is all. Nice plump haunches he's getting... Beautiful. Still... silly to wait, I suppose.
[Esme stares at him]
Country Woman: [hearing on TV that A. Hoggett and his entry Pig about to perform on the sheepdog trial] Is that Hoggett?
Country Woman: I think it was.
Mrs. Esme Hoggett: Huh?
Valda: He said Hoggett. It was clear as a bell.
Mrs. Esme Hoggett: Well, must be another Hoggett. We only have
the two dogs and they certainly... aren't...
[the country women stare at Esme who then rolls her eyes in exasperation]