Angus:
[blindly stumbling about the yard, trying to blow his hair out his eyes]
Ooh! Who did that! Oh, who pushed me? Who? Who... .
[bumps into the tractor]
Angus:
It was YOU, wasn't it?
Ferdinand:
Actually Angus, it was me.
Angus:
Aw, I'm doomed. I'm doomed, I'm doomed, I'm doomed! Primero picks a bull tomorrow, and I'm talkin' to a bloomin' tractor!
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