Bones, you're never going to get selected. You wanna know why?
Why?
'Cause you're a puny bag of bones, Bones.
You okay?
I don't need your help, weirdo! I'm fine! [nearly stomps Ferdinand's flower]
Careful!
Oh, what do you got there, Ferdinand?
Uh... nothing!
"Uh, nothing".
Hey! Don't you guys have some more headbutting to do?
Nah, this is way more fun. [Valiente pushes Ferdinand headfirst out of the way and reveals the flower] Can you believe this guy? The matador is gonna pick a bull and all he's worried about is a dumb flower. [Lifts his hoof on top of the flower, threatening to squash it]
Cut it out, Valiente!
Make me.
Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!
I'm not gonna fight you, Valiente. [sits down to protect his flower]
Calf Valiente: Aw, flower bull is scared.
I'm not scared.
Then fight. That's what bulls do.
You can hit me if you want, but leave the flower alone.
Calf Guapo: [confused] You're just gonna let him smack ya?
What? Where's the fun in that?
Whatever. Have your stupid flower.