[helps Benjamin up]
You okay, big guy? Close one, huh?
I could've been killed. And not just me. What if he got the girls? This isn't a joke, Peter.
I know. I'm sorry. [he and Benjamin apologetically put their heads together] You alright though, right? [gives Benjamin his jacket back] I've got your jacket back. It's not as symbolic as mine, you know, not being your dad's and all. And it's brown too, which is a mistake, because you're brown. I mean, brown on brown. Who wears that? It's a bit matchy-matchy.
Yeah, it's actually a bit confusing.
Half the time, we think you're naked.
Cottontail I just look for the buttons, but then one time, it was your nipples.
[Benjamin looks surprised, then covers up in embarrassment]
Anyway, you got it back and you're okay. [referring to Thomas] No thanks to him. Look at him. Skinny bag of wet.
And so we advance to endgame.
You sure you know what you're doing?
What? We're trying to get our garden back.
Is that really what this is all about?
Of course that's what it's about. You think I've got some kind of ulterior motive, that I'm harboring some kind of emotional connection to her, because of losing my own mother and father and I think if she goes, what have I got? [his voice turns to a high pitch] It's only about the garden and I don't know what happened to my voice. It-It shouldn't be this high. [lowers his voice] It should be lower. It should be lower. I love her like a mother.
Yes, that was very convincing. It's only about the garden.
Yes it is. And I'm stuck. My voice is stuck. Cottontail, can you just...
Cottontail Yep. [slaps Peter]
Unh! [clears throat] Thank you. Let's do this. [turns around and sees Bea and Thomas kissing]
I'm not sure I wanna be a part of this anymore.
[scoffs]
Of course you do. Just do what I say, it'll all work out.
"Like always, huh?", said the rabbit who almost got thrown into a river.
Trust me. [Thomas closes the door] I got this.
Okay, listen up. Here's what we're going to do.
Wait, why do you get to be in charge?
By 16 seconds! [Cottontail scoffs]
Oh, Mopsy. Sweet, sweet Mopsy.
Cottontail Wait, you both know that I'm the oldest, right?
[Flopsy and Mopsy share a confused look at each-other]
