Joseph...

No, no. I do not want that donkey near you or the baby. [puts down cart, then shoos Bo away] Go! Get outta here!

Joseph, it's fine.

Fine? Mary, this is not going well, alright? I just promised 4 people I'd repair the carts that he smashed!

Yeah, tryna save her life.

Maybe if you pulled the cart, Joseph would want you to stay.

No, he's just too much to deal with.

He's just a donkey.

"Just a donkey"? Yeah, he is. Just a good-for-nothing donkey that has only ever brought us trouble.

[feels ashamed and walks away]

C'mon, Dave. Let's go.

[lands on Bo's back]

Where are we going?

Where do you think? To join the Royal Caravan. Where we'll finally do something important.

[hesitates to choose who to follow, then tries to convince Bo]

Hey, Bo, wait a minute. What about the star? It means something. You said so yourself.

You follow the star. I'm done with that.

But what about our tiny flock? [laughs nervously] Flocks stick together.

We're not a flock! I never shoulda followed you. [walks away in frustration]