“Fly, may I call you Mom?” – Babe, Babe ... Movie Quotes Database

Babe

[Soon Babe is pink again. The puppies are sold to other farmers who needs sheepdogs. Rex has no patience with Fly's disgrace, but Mr. Hoggett pats her gently, and Babe licks her snout]

Fly, may I call you Mom?
[Fly nuzzles the piglet tenderly. At last, Babe has truly found his place on Hoggett's farm. As the nights grow longer and colder, Babe grows bigger. First, Mr. and Mrs. Hoggett's daughter, son-in-law and grandchildren come to visit. The farmhouse is suddenly filled with all sorts of bright, shiny facts. There is singing and laughter. And the people pile brightly wrapped boxes under a tree inside the house]

Esme Hoggett

Hello!
The Hoggetts' son-in-law: Hey, folks, how are you? Merry Christmas!

Esme Hoggett

Merry Christmas! How's my favorite girl? Nanny has a jellybean. Give us a kiss. And guess what we're having for Christmas dinner? Roast pork.
The Hoggetts' granddaughter: I hate pork.

Maa

Darn silly carry-on, if you ask me.

Horse

The cat says they call it Christmas.

Ferdinand

Christmas! Christmas dinner, yes. Dinner means death. Death means carnage! Christmas means carnage! CHRISTMAS MEANS CARNAGE!! [runs off in fear]

Maa

[Then one day, Mrs. Hoggett washes the mud off Babe and measures his taut belly with a tape measure. But Fly knows. She has seen other animals taken into the building near the barn. It is the fashion of nature, that doesn't stop her from feeling mournful]

Eating pigs! Blaah! Barbarians!

Babe

[runs up to Maa]

You're going back to the fields, Maa.

Maa

Oh, young'un, tragic there ain't more of your kind. I'll be thinking of you always.

Babe

I could come and visit you, Maa.

Maa

I'd like that, but...well, we shouldn't hope for too much. [gets yanked as the cart pulls forward, she follows]

Babe

[humming the tune of "Jingle Bells"]

La la la, la la la, la la la lala. La la la, lala la la, lalala la la la la, hey!

Narrator

[We cut to the Arthur and Esme cooking up some Christmas dinner]

And then, it was Christmas Eve, and time had run out for the pig.

Mrs. Hoggett

Are you doing him tonight, then?

Farmer Hoggett

Huh.

Mrs. Hoggett

Sure. The blood will drain by morning.

Farmer Hoggett

Pity.

Mrs. Hoggett

What's that?

Farmer Hoggett

Nothing.

Mrs. Hoggett

What on earth are you rambling on about?

Farmer Hoggett

Exchange to miss out on the best ham prize at next year's fair, is all. Nice plump haunches he's getting. Beautiful. Yet...silly to wait, I suppose so.

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