Shrek, do my babies have hooves or talons?
Donkey, shh. [enters Fiona's tent] Hello? Fiona?
You should not be here, señor.
Puss? [Puss struggles to get out of his resting place, revealing himself as now overweight, with a pink bow wrapped around the back of his neck] You've gotta be kiddin' me.
Feed me, if you dare.
Puss, what happened to you?! You got so fa- [as he goes to say "fat", Puss gives him a look] Fancy!
Do I know you?
Well, where is your hat and your belt? [gasps softly] And your wee little boots?
Boots, for a cat? [laughs]
But you're Puss in Boots.
Maybe once. [opens a bottle of milk] But that is a name I have outgrown.
That's not the only thing you have outgrown.
Hey! I may have let myself go a little since retirement, but hanging up my sword was the best decision of my life! I have all the cream I can drink and all the mice I can chase. [A mouse runs up to his bowl and starts drinking out of it] ...Eh, I'll get him later. [starts drinking out of the bowl himself]
Oh, Puss, what have I done to you? You've gone soft.
Well, I do get brushed twice a day.
Look, it's not too late to fix it. All you have to do is help me get a kiss from Fiona...
What are you doing?!
What... [notices Fiona behind him turns around] Hey!
Can I help you with something?
Well, I know how stressful mounting a rebellion can be, rallying the troops, planning attacks and all that, so I brought you a little something to ease the tension.
A gift basket?
You’re welcome. So let’s see what you got. [He then got out each different gift from the basket.] Heart-shaped box of slugs. A skunk-scented candle. [sniff] Mmm.
Look, this really isn’t the…
What’s this? [holds out a homemade coupon book] Coupons! Let’s see, "Good for one free foot massage." "A mud facial!" Oh, and here’s one. [came to one that had a childish drawing of his face on it.] "Good for one free kiss." Let’s cash it now. [but Fiona stops him]
Look, I don’t know what this is all about, but I’m trying to run a revolution. So unless you have Rumpelstiltskin’s head in there, I suggest you take your gift basket, get out of my tent and go make yourself useful.
Wow. You’re right. I am sorry. I was just trying to be friendly. [holds out hand] No hard feelings? [Fiona decided to shake his hand.] An apologetic hug? [The two hugged.] And a quick kiss goodbye. [Fiona quickly stopped him by stomping his foot then grabbed his arm and placed it behind his back in pain, forcing him to leave.] Wait! Is that mistletoe I see? [Fiona pushed him thrown out of the tent on his back before Donkey came to him with a grin.]
Hey, Shrek! Are my babies cute, or do they make people feel uncomfortable?
Where’d we find that guy?
Could it be true? Have the years of prim and pampery made me soft?
Don’t be silly. [then got out a comb and crush.] Now who’s a pretty kitty?
I am.



