Judy
Okay, we have to set another meeting with the chief. Promise we’ll be better. [opens her locker, finding it filled with insults about the pursuit, courtesy of the Zebros, and glares at them in annoyance]
Zebros. [high-hoof each other in terrible pride]
Judy
You talk back less. Maybe not at all.
Nick
Yeah, or we can go with my playbook and we just lay low. [gestures to a mouse to free the carrot soda can from the vending machine]
Judy
We cannot prove ourselves if we are stuck in that room.
Nick
And if we complain to Chief Beef, he'll just make us stay longer. Play it smart, stay off the radar, and don't let it get to you, 'kay? [grabs the giant can of carrot soda] 'Cause we're the dream... team. [accidentally throws the soda can through the wall, much to Judy's shock] Sorry, Paul.
[Paul growls in frustration as the soda can sprays him away, making Judy wince]
