The Narrator
[Babe is asleep under a bed; his belly rumbles as he groans]
By nightfall, all of Babe's concerns, all the troubled voices in his head were drowned out by a long insistent moan.
Deep, Gravelly Voice
Food.
The Narrator
The fact is, Babe's belly was making such a fuss, he began to believe it was talking to him.
Deep, Gravelly Voice
Food!
Bob
[Babe wakes up]
Anybody got any food? Anybody? Hey, dogs, you got any edibles? Any nibbley-dibbleys?
Flealick
Eh, we got a carpet here with some nice spaghetti stains.
Nigel
But we can't keep licking the carpet, can we, Alan?
Alan
No, Nigel.
