Nick Wilde:
This is a simple misunderstanding.
Mr. Big:
Oh. You come here unannounced on the day my daughter is to be married.
Nick Wilde:
Well, actually, we were brought here against our will, so...
[chuckling nervously]
Nick Wilde:
The point is, I-I did not know that it was your car, and I certainly did not know about your daughter's wedding.
Mr. Big:
Meh. I trusted you, Nicky. I welcomed you into my home. We broke bread together. Gram-mama made you a cannoli. And how did you repay my generosity? With a rug made from the butt of a skunk. A skunk-butt rug. You disrespected me. You disrespected my Gram-mama, who I buried in that skunk butt rug. I told you never to show your face here again, but here you are, snooping around with this...
[glancing at Judy]
Mr. Big:
What are you? A performer? What's with the costume?
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