Okay, okay, enough with the pampering. You need to go and help the queen.
There are things I no longer do: work with humans or leave the house.
Or bathe. [covers his nose]
Oh, exercise.
Express emotional vulnerability.
Wake up, John! If the queen dies, the Treasury takes the deed and we lose this house.
You're talking out of your tail feathers, Poly. The deed was for life. Last time I checked, I was very much alive. [about to drink his tea]
The queen's life, John, not yours. [Dolittle spits his tea]
Look at that. It just rolls off my back. [she shakes the tea out of her feathers]
I knew I shouldn't have let monkeys proofread the contract. Elliot, Elsie, you are FIRED! [the monkeys gasp]
It gets worse. We'll be thrown out of these gates right in the middle of HUNTING SEASON!
WHAT?!
No no no. Breathe, Chee-Chee.
We get kicked out if the queen dies?
We're gonna be hunted!
Everybody calm down! [gives Chee-Chee a paper bag and Chee-Chee breathes in it] Look at the state of him now. Hmm!
Fear not, I have an inn at, uh, Regent's Park Zoo. Everyone pack your bags! [Chee-Chee's paper bag explodes]
Uh-uh!
You help the queen or we are leaving.
You're bluffing.
Don't make me count.
Don't make me count.
1...
3!
2...
D'OH! Alright! I'll do it. [the animals cheer]
Right, let's get you ready to go, honey.
I'll go as I am.
Not looking like that.
Just grab my doctor's bag.
Get him!
Apologies, Doc.
Hold still now.
Take your paws off me!


