Trust me.
Aw. But of course I trust you and Puss, even without the eyes.
Yeah? Big mistake.
What do you mean? You're my friends.
You know what trust gets you? A sock, a rock and a swim in the river.
You have to trust somebody, right?
Not me. Uh-uh. Whenever I've let my guard down, I've been double-crossed, declawed, played and betrayed. [looks at Puss] Never again. I am a solo act. I keep my secrets, and I play my cards close. That's how you get a winning hand. Take it from me. Never trust anyone. [shows him his sweater]
W-Wait. [understands that it's his sweater] That's amazing. [gasps] You're good.
Kitty, I've been thinking.
Ugh... Thinking about what?
My beautiful beard. It is very distinguished, yes, but it does deprive the world to a good look at, uh, the face. So, if it will make you happy, I could be convinced to...
I've gotten used to it.
Wait, what?
The beard, keep it.
Well, you see, uh... [rolls on the boat and cries in pain] Kitty, please! Get this itchy thing off of me! It's like a fever on my face!
Hold on. Is the great Puss in Boots asking for help?
Sí, help. [Tries to cut it with his stick] You were right. The beard is disgusting.
And?
And it's like a possum crawled on my face.
And?
And died..of shame.
Okay, okay, possum face. I won't make you beg.
Ow! [grunts] Hey, slow down. Oh! Go with the grain. You got to go with the grain.
I know what I'm doing.
Hey!
I'm a master of the blade. Right, Perrito? [She made a pigtail out of his beard. Perrito laughs and snorts.]
What?! What?! What's funny? Nothing should be funny!
Shh. Quieto. [Still] Ah, there's that handsome face I remember.