NICK: That was fun don't you think? It's kind of getting a little late so...
NICK: ....I think we should head home.
JUDY: Not just yet, I just want to check how much money we've collected so far!
BOGO: Hopps, Wilde... I see the two of you are enjoying yourselves.
JUDY: Yes sir!
NICK: If I actually liked Gazelle, I would enjoy this a little bit more!
BOGO: You two better not be getting too comfortable.
BOGO: Tomorrow I want you working hard at six o'clock in the morning on the dot!
JUDY: Chief, we just wanted to know how much money we've collected today.
CLAWHAUSER: Well since you asked so nicely, hmm, based on my estimates...
CLAWHAUSER: ...Thanks to this charity event we've collected $50,000!
NICK: $50,000? That's a little low.
JUDY: The amount of money raised is only 10% of what's gained.
NICK: Well, hopefully the Homeless Shelter puts it to good use.
BOGO: I guess it's time to pack up. Let's get going then! Come on!
NICK: Judy, car?
JUDY: Parked that way!
NICK: Alright I'll drive... Clawhauser nice to see ya!
NICK: ... and chief Bogo rest that ego tonight yeah?
JUDY: Alright Nicky let's get going!
NICK: Heh, no only my mom can call me Nicky.
JUDY: Oh, isn't that just adorable?
NICK: Aww, you're soo funny!
JUDY: You know, I've never seen your mother.
NICK: You know how many times we've had this conversation? Exactly once and I'd like it to stay that way.
JUDY: Pfft, take this right.
NICK: Gotcha, Carrots.
JUDY: I had fun tonight... did you have fun? Or is that an emotion that you don't have?
NICK: WOW, you think I can't have fun? I'm hurt.
JUDY: You know, you're actually a pretty good dancer.
NICK: Yeah well I'm more of a singer not a dancer.
JUDY: Why not?
NICK: Not my thing sweetheart.
JUDY: Well you should. Dance... more often I mean.
JUDY: Y'know... there's another concert in a few days. Not Gazelle this time, you might like it!
NICK: Like I said, I don't dance!
JUDY: Come on! Come with me, it'll be fun!
NICK: Oh oh I'm sorry I thought that was an emotion I didn't have!
JUDY: Fine! I lied... your dancing STINKS.
NICK: Well talk about hurting my feelings.
JUDY: The only reason I wanted you to go with me to another concert was so you'd make a fool of yourself and I'd get it all on video!
NICK: Not surprised, coming from a clever little bunny like you!
JUDY: And you almost fell for it!
JUDY: Take this left.
NICK: Hey you look nice today, I like your shirt!
JUDY: This old thing? I've had it for a while...
NICK: Well, it suits you.
JUDY: I like your shirt!
NICK: Now this thing is old.
JUDY: Well, it suits you.
NICK: Well thank you Officer Hopps, glad to know my shirt meet your expected standards of suiting!
JUDY: *laugh* Officer Wilde, this is where we stop!
NICK: Ladies and gentlemen, we have arrived at our destination, thank you for choosing Air Wilde!
JUDY: Well, Officer Wilde, I had a lovely evening... very, dare I say it, fun!
NICK: Officer Hopps, even though I can't POSSIBLY comprehend what fun is, I had it as well.
JUDY: Heh, so, um... good night, Nick.
NICK: Good night Judy. I'll see you tomorrow.
JUDY: Unless... you wanna come up for a coffee or something?
NICK: I, um... not...*clear throat* Officer Hopps that won't be necessary, I'll just be taking this car back to the station.
JUDY: Oh well, good night!
NICK: Uh ,yeah... good night.
NICK: Wow, I can't believe I just blew my chance. Coffee, coffee! You know what that means?!
*HORN BLARING*
NICK: Mr. Bateman, the name's Nick Wilde, do you remember me?
MR. BATEMAN: Oh yeah! I do.
NICK: Yeah I wanted to let you know that I finally got the money to buy that apartment and I'd like to know when we could meet up!
MR. BATEMAN: So you have the $4,500 bucks?
NICK: Yep, I have four thousand five hundred-- wait, I'm sorry four? I thought we agreed on two?
MR. BATEMAN: The prices have changed I've just been offered four thousand dollars for this apartment.
NICK: Sir, we had a deal.
MR. BATEMAN: We never agreed the apartment was yours to begin with Mr. Wilde, you either come up
MR. BATEMAN: ...with more than four thousand dollars or I can't let you have this apartment.
NICK: Sir, is there anything I can do?
MR. BATEMAN: You don't have $4,500 bucks?
NICK: No.
MR. BATEMAN: Hmm, have you ever given a back rub to a porcupine before?
NICK: Yep, this conversation is over. *hangs up* You've gotta be kidding me...
*HORN BLARING*
RANDOM ANIMAL: Hey! Shut up! I'm trying to sleep!
NICK: Yeah! yeah, I'm sorry! Sorry.
JUDY: Hello, is this Byron Moore?
MOORE: Yeah this is he.
JUDY: Alright, I'm calling on behalf of the Law Offices of Jared Bush, we represent your colleague named Steven Darnoll but goes by the alias Wolfgang?
JUDY: ...We need to know his location.
MOORE: Yeah, I haven't seen him.
JUDY: Sir, we know you've known each other for a long time...
JUDY: ...and we both most certainly know that your friend has been caught multiple times for drug-related charges.
JUDY: The last one of which resulted in the assault of a potential buyer.
MOORE: Listen lady, I don't know who you are, but I'm telling you again... I don't know-
JUDY: Your friend is in serious problems Mr. Moore, I am his attorney and I need to be in contact with him to protect him!
MOORE: You're asking the wrong guy!
JUDY: Do you want me to list his felonies? MOORE: The last time I saw him, was- JUDY: Possession of a controlled
MOORE: after a night of drinking an pool... JUDY: Possession of amphetamines, possession of cocaine, sale of a controlled substance...
JUDY: Sale of illegally acquired prescription drugs, assault and battery, I can keep going!
JUDY:I am the only one who can help your friend and reduce his sentence.
MOORE: Alright, fine! Fine, I'll tell you, I know where he is.
JUDY: Where is he?
FINNICK: Do you want me to beat him up for ya?
NICK: No, not... not necessary not the greatest apartment anyway.
FINNICK: You know who he gave it to?
NICK: Yeah, I do it's his niece, Ginnifer... or something.
FINNICK: Pfft, what kind of name is Ginnifer?
NICK: I don't know, what kind of name is Finnick?
FINNICK: Hey, my mother gave me that name... Nicky.
NICK: Oh don't you start with that too!
NICK: *Sigh* I'd rather not talk much Finnick, not in the best mood.
FINNICK: Well spending all the money you should be saving up should definitely cure it.
NICK: Don't... tell me how to spend my money. oh you like this because of the
FINNICK: Are you like this because of the apartment, or because of her? Did you tell her?
NICK: No, she's rabbit, I'm a fox, there's no way...
NICK: ...look man I'm not really in the best shape to be confronting her with all this anyway.
FINNICK: It's not that bad bro it's like a band-aid, just rip it off!
FINNICK: How about this... tomorrow you go and buy her doughnuts?
NICK: Doughnuts?
FINNICK: Yeah, she'll love it! I know women.
NICK: Uh-huh, anyway don't you think it'll be a bit awkward?
FINNICK: Nope! I don't see how.
NICK: Well trust me, it's awkward. I mean tonight in the car it was the weirdest thing!
NICK: Just long pauses and stares... I mean, what is that? Come on. Awkward.
FINNICK: Not as awkward as a grown fox wearing a DIAPER, just to earn some money.
NICK: Grown? Now you're pushing it.
JUDY: Stop!
FINNICK: Look buddy, just tell her how you feel. She's snappy, but she isn't a jerk.
FINNICK: I can tell you that much. I mean, how much damage can a bunny do?
JUDY: I'm warning you, stop!
WOLFGANG: You're never catching me, just give up!
JUDY: You think I'm giving up?
WOLFGANG: Wait, wait, wait, whoa!
WOLFGANG: *Girly yelling*
JUDY: Wolfgang I presume, you're under arrest.