Babe: Pig in the City (1998)

Roscoe Lee Browne: The Narrator

Quotes 

• The Narrator : Something broke through the terror - flickerings, fragments of his short life, the random events that delivered him to this, his moment of annihilation. As terror gave way to exhaustion, Babe turned to his attacker, his eyes filled with one simple question...

  Babe : ...why?

• Mrs. Esme Cordelia Hoggett : [speaking very rapidly as the court stenographer looks on with a dumbfound expression]  Oh, well, yes, I've given myself a good, hard talking-to, let me tell you. I said to myself, "Esme, you have let yourself down, you have let Arthur down, and you have let the pig down..."

  The Narrator : The judge had never heard anyone speak so many words in such short of time.

  Mrs. Esme Cordelia Hoggett : Who'd trust you? So...

  The Narrator : Evidently, this was a woman of clear conscience and good intent.

  Mrs. Esme Cordelia Hoggett : I used to dismiss pigs, but then a pig became my husband's best friend...

  The Narrator : Besides, he grew up on a farm and had a fondness for pigs.

  Mrs. Esme Cordelia Hoggett : You can bind me in chains, but the minute I'm set free, I shall march straight back out into those ugly streets and continue to search for my Arthur's pig!

  Judge : [bangs gavel]  Case dismissed!

• The Narrator : Of course, it was proved beyond any doubt that Esme Cordelia Hoggett was not a felon. But sadly, they had missed their all-important connection. And to make matters worse, they were obliged to wait some days for the next flight home. They couldn't go forward and they couldn't go back. They were stranded.

• The Narrator : Even before her Arthur's misfortune, Mrs. Hoggett was ceaselessly busy, bustling, baking, bottling and pickling. But now, having to nurse her husband and pay the bills, she found life considerably more challenging than she had ever anticipated. Before long, two men showed up. Two men in suits. Men with pale faces and soulless eyes. Such men could have come from only one place: the bank.

• [Babe is asleep under a bed; his belly rumbles as he groans] 

  The Narrator : By nightfall, all of Babe's concerns, all the troubled voices in his head were drowned out by one insistent moan.

  Deep, Gravelly Voice : Food.

  The Narrator : The fact is, Babe's belly was making such a fuss, he began to believe it was talking to him.

  Deep, Gravelly Voice : Food!

  [Babe wakes up]