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- But, sir, we... - Badge! No. What did you say, fox? Sorry. What I said was, "no." She will not be giving you that badge. Look, you give her a clown vest and a three-wheeled joke-mobile... and two days to solve a case you guys haven't cracked in two weeks? Yeah. No wonder she needed to get help from a fox. None of you guys were gonna help her, were you? Here's the thing, Chief. You gave her the 48 hours... so, technically, we still have... 10 left to find our Mr. Otterton... and that is exactly what we're gonna do. So, if you'll excuse us, we have a very big lead to follow and a case to crack. Good day.
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
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
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
21.4s
I am a real cop. I am a real cop. I am a real cop. Hey, hey! You, bunny! Sir. If you have a grievance, you may contest your citation in traffic court. What are you talking about? My shop! It was just robbed! Look! He's getting away! Are you a cop or not? Yes! Don't worry, sir! I've got this!
Zootopia