Klaus, Greta, look! It looks like somebody wants to come to our side of the fence.
Silly moo-moo. He doesn't know the rules.
Klaus, Greta, look! It looks like somebody wants to come to our side of the fence.
Silly moo-moo. He doesn't know the rules.
Hmm. How do you get to the other side? Oh, let me ponder this question a little bit.
Klaus chuckles
Mmm... (gasps) SPOILER ALERT! You don't!
See, this is the beautiful horsey side, and that is the stinky bull side. Beautiful horsies stay here, and you ugly beasts stay there.
Don't even think about coming over to our side. Or we'll alert the humans!
Ja. (laughs) Sucks to be YOU!
Shoo! Shoo-shoo! Go on, stinky one. Have a nice day smelling terrible. I bet his parents weren't even related.
A bull dancing? Is this some kind of hilarious joke designed to make me laugh?
You see, horses, we have the beautifulest legs for the dancing.
Bulls have short, stubby legs.
Ja, look at me. Moo, moo, moo!
You call that dancing? Hah! Nein, this is dancing.
Don't celebrate yet, you rump roast! Try this!
Klaus? Greta? I'm sorry for the things I said about your terrible dancing.
Nein. (sobs) Nein, Hans! I am the horse that is full of the shame and the regret.
I cannot stay mad at you. Kommen Sie, you sons of stallions.
Let's Haagen-Dazs it out.
all whinny in relief