[the crowd cheers at Babe's performance]

And so it was that in all the celebration, in all the hubbub of noise and excitement, there were two figures who stood silent and still. Side by side.

[rooster crows]

Ha, ha, ha, ha! The pig did it! The pig did it! The perfect score! [laughs]

Whoo! Whoo-hoo! Yippee! Yippee! Yippee!

And though every single human in the stands or in the commentary boxes was at a complete loss for words, the man who in his life had uttered fewer words than any of them knew exactly what to say.

[to Babe—last lines]

That'll do, pig. That'll do.