Hopps Quotes

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]

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!

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.

Gideon Grey: Give me your tickets right now, or I'm gonna kick your meek little sheep butt!
[shoves a lamb and takes her tickets]
Sharla: Ow! Cut it out, Gideon!
Gideon Grey: Baa-Baa! What are you gonna do, cry?
Young Hopps: [Young Hopps approaches in her police costume] Hey! You heard her, cut it out!

Gideon Grey: Nice costume, loser! What crazy world are you living in where you think a bunny could be a cop?
Young Hopps: [unphased] Kindly return my friend's tickets!
Gideon Grey: Come get 'em! But watch out, 'cause I'm a fox! And like you said in your dumb little stage play, us predators used to eat prey, and that killer

instinct is still in our duh'nuh!
Travis: Uh, I'm pretty sure it's pronounced D-N-A.
Gideon Grey: Don't tell me what I already know, Travis!

Mrs. Otterton: There's got to be somebody to find my Emmitt.
Chief Bogo: Mrs. Otterton...
Judy Hopps: I will find him.
Mrs. Otterton: Oh! Thank you.
[hugging her]
Mrs. Otterton: Bless you. Bless you, little bunny.
[Chief Bogo growls]
Mrs. Otterton:

Take this. Find my Emmitt. Bring him home to me and my babies, please.
Chief Bogo: [clearing his throat] Mrs. Otterton, please wait out here.
Mrs. Otterton: Of course. Oh, thank you both so much.
Chief Bogo: One second.
[shutting the door]
Chief Bogo: You're fired.
Judy

Hopps: What? Why?
Chief Bogo: Insubordination! Now, I'm going to open this door, and you're going to tell that otter you're a former meter maid with delusions of grandeur who will *not* be taking the case!
Bellwether: [with Mrs. Otterton outside as the door opens] I just heard Officer Hopps is taking the case.