Well, hello. Step right up. Anything you need, I got it. All your favorite movies! I got movies that haven't even been released yet! [the pedestrian rightfully refuses] Hey, 15% off! 20! Make me an offer! Come on!
Well, well, look who it is. The Duke of Bootleg.
What's it to you, Wilde? Shouldn't you be melting down a pawpsicle or somethin'? [notices and recognizes Judy; smugly] Hey, if it isn't Flopsy the Copsy.
We both know those weren't moldy onions I caught you stealing. [sternly] What were you gonna do with those Night Howlers, Wesselton?
It's Weaselton. Duke Weaselton. And I ain't talkin', rabbit. And there's nothin' you can do to make me.
Ice him.
You dirty rat! Why are you helpin' her? She's a cop!
And the godmother to my future granddaughter.
I'm gonna name her Judy.
Ohh!
Ice this weasel.
Alright, alright, please! I'll talk! I'll talk! I stole them Night Howlers so I could sell 'em. They offered me what I couldn't refuse: Money.
And to whom did you sell them?
A ram named Doug. We got a drop spot underground. Just watch it. Doug is the opposite of friendly. He's unfriendly.

