Hugo Weaving credited as playing...
Rex
- Old Ewe: We've got something here that might be of use to our pig.
- Sheep, Sheep, Sheep: Password! Password!
- Old Ewe: Before we gives you anything, wolf, you'll be making us a solemn promise.
- Rex: Yes?
- Sheep: Treat us civil!
- Old Ewe: Yes, you gotta treat us nice-like.
- Rex: I'll try.
- Sheep: No biting!
- Old Ewe: That's right, wolf must avoid biting us sheep at all costs.
- Rex: All right. I'll try that too. I'll try.
- Old Ewe: But the most important of all, you must promise never ever to let this password we be about to give to be used against any sheep anywhere.
- Rex: I promise you that; I'll make make sure that the pig knows it too.
- Old Ewe: We have the promise!
- Sheep: 'Tis for Babe!
- Sheep: It's for his sake!
- Sheep: Maa would've wanted it.
- Old Ewe, Sheep, Sheep, Sheep: Baa-ram-ewe. Baa-ram-ewe. To your breed, your fleece, your clan be true. Sheep be true. Baa-ram-ewe.
- [Babe's first attempt to herd sheep just got him laughed at]
- Babe: This is ridiculous, Mum!
- 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!
- Rex: Fly! Get the pig out of there!
- Fly: Make them feel inferior - abuse them, insult them.
- Rex: Fly!
- Babe: They'll laugh at me.
- Fly: Then bite them! Be ruthless. Whatever it takes, bend them to your will.
- Rex: Enough!
- Fly: Go on, go!
- Rex: [having caught Babe wrecking the farmhouse to help Ferdinand sabotage the alarm clock] It was my mistake. I was trying to loosen things up a little. But no. Today proves that it doesn't work. From now on, we'll all respect the rules. To each creature its own destiny and every animal in its proper place. And a pig's proper place is under the old cart, not in the barn and absolutely never in the house. Is that understood?
- Babe: [reluctantly] Yes, sir.
- Rex: Now, Pig, regarding the company you keep. Being young, it's hard to discriminate, so I'll make it easy for you. I forbid you to talk to or consort with that duck ever. Do I make myself clear?
- Babe: What's consort?
- Horse: It means, young man, that you must not go anywhere near that duck.
- Rex: And as for the fugitive duck, when he shows himself, let him know this, being a duck, he must behave like a duck. No more of this crowing and nonsense. He should accept what he is and be thankful for it. That goes for all of us.
- Cow: Here, here!
- Narrator: Rex continued long into the night. Elsewhere, there was more talk. The subject was Christmas dinner and whether that year the main course would be roast pork or Duck a l'Orange.