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1m17s
Hey! All right, slick Nick, you're under arrest. Really? For what? Gee, I don't know. How about selling food without a permit. Transporting undeclared commerce across borough lines. False advertising. Permit. Receipt of declared commerce. And I didn't falsely advertise anything. Take care. You told that mouse the popsicle sticks were redwood! That's right. "Red wood." With a space in the middle. Wood that is red. You can't touch me, Carrots. I've been doing this since I was born. You're gonna want to refrain from calling me Carrots. My bad. I just naturally assumed you came from some little carrot-choked Podunk, no? No! Podunk is in Deerbrooke County, and I grew up in Bunnyburrow. Okay. Tell me if this story sounds familiar. Naive little hick with good grades and big ideas... decides, "Hey, look at me! I'm gonna move to Zootopia... where predators and prey live in harmony and sing "Kumbaya." Only to find, whoopsie... we don't all get along. And that dream of becoming a big city cop? Double whoopsie. She's a meter maid. And, whoopsie number three-sie... no one cares about her or her dreams. And soon enough, those dreams die and our bunny sinks into emotional and literal squalor... living in a box under a bridge... till finally she has no choice but to go back home... with that cute, fuzzy-wuzzy little tail between her legs... to become... You're from Bunnyburrow, is that what you said? So how about a carrot farmer. That sound about right?
Zootopia
37.2s
Be careful, now, or it won't just be your dreams getting crushed. Hey! No one tells me what I can or can't be! Especially not some jerk... who never had the guts to try to be anything more than a popsicle hustler. All right, look. Everyone comes to Zootopia... thinking they can be anything they want. Well, you can't. You can only be what you are. Sly fox, dumb bunny. I'm not a dumb bunny. Right. And that's not wet cement. You'll never be a real cop. You're a cute meter maid, though.
Zootopia
18.2s
This? No! Oh, no. This is just a temporary thing. It's the safest job on the force! She's not a real cop. Our prayers have been answered! - Glorious day! - Meter maid! Meter maid! - Meter maid! Meter maid! - Dad. Dad. Dad! It's been a really long day. I should really... That's right, you get some rest. Those meters aren't gonna maid themselves. Bye-bye.
Zootopia
53.1s
Hi! Hello? It's me, again! Hey, it's Officer Toot-Toot. No. Actually, it's Officer Hopps... and I'm here to ask you some questions about a case. What happened, meter maid? Did someone steal a traffic cone? It wasn't me. Hey, Carrots, you're going to wake the baby. I gotta get to work. This is important, sir. I think your $10 worth of popsicles can wait. I make 200 bucks a day, Fluff! 365 days a year, since I was 12. And time is money. Hop along. Please, just look at the picture. You sold Mr. Otterton that popsicle, right? Do you know him? 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? Fine. Then we'll have to do this the hard way. Did you just boot my stroller? Nicholas Wilde, you are under arrest.
Zootopia
1m1s
Yeah, $200 a day, 365 days a year, since you were 12. That's two decades, so times 20, which is $1,460,000, 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. Well, it's my word against yours. 200 bucks a day, Fluff! 365 days a year, since I was 12. 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 popsicles is the prison cafeteria. It's called a hustle, sweetheart. She hustled you. She hustled you good! You a cop now, Nick. You gonna need one of these. Have fun... working with the fuzz!
Zootopia