Wallace & Gromit: The Curse of the Were-Rabbit

Lady Tottington:
[over the phone] I have the most terrible rabbit problem. The competition is only days away. You simply have to do something.

Wallace:
Certainly, M'am [to Gromit] I think we're about to go up in the world, lad. [back to the phone] Just stay right where you are, Your Ladyship, and we'll be there in an-- [hits the control panel and gets dragged up through the ceiling] Ahhhh!

Tottington:
In an hour? I can't wait an hour. I have a major infestation.

Tottington:
Victor, hadn’t we agreed: no more thoughtless killing.

Victor:
Quite right, my dear. So I've thought this through very carefully. [aims gun at a rabbit, who puts his paws up] It's off to bunny heaven for you, big-ears!

[Quartermaine's hairpiece has been sucked up into the Bun-Vac 6000.]

Lord Victor Quartermaine:
I want... [lowers voice] toupeé, please.

Wallace:
Oh, Grand. We take check or cash.

Victor:
TOUPEÉ, you idiot! My hair is in in your machine!

Wallace:
Oh, no, it's only rabbits in there. The hare, I think you'll find, is a much larger mammal.

Victor:
Oh, out of my way, you! [retrieves his toupeé; to Lady Tottington] I'm sorry, my dear. [the toupeé is actually a black bunny] But I refuse to suffer any more humiliation at the hands of these blundering nitwits. I therefore bid you good day!

PC Macintosh:
[surveying the damage left by the Were-Rabbit] Look, this flippin' vegetable competition causes nothing but trouble every year.

Man 1:
Here we go.

Macintosh:
[surveying the damage left by the Were-Rabbit] If you ask me-

Man 2:
Get on with you!

Macintosh:
No, I'll tell ya. If you ask me, this was arson.

[The townspeople gasp.]

Man 3:
Arson?

Macintosh:
Aye. Someone arsin' around! That's right! One of you lot! A man!

Wallace:
Oh, it's hopeless! I'll never fix this flippin' machine. Me mind's just a rabbit-y mush. Oh, Gromit! I don't wanna be a giant rabbit! [sobbing]

Hutch the Rabbit:
Aww, the bounce is gone from his bungee.

Reverend Clement Hedges:
Hello? Is anybody there?

[The Were-Rabbit lets out an enormous belch.]

Rev. Hedges:
Mrs. Mulch?

Reverend Clement Hedges:
[at the fair] Ah, Mr. Growbag. I have a hunch this will be a night to remember.

Mr Growbag:
[looks at his back] I just have a hunch.

Victor:
[in the forest] I know your little secret, Pesto! I know exactly what's going on!

Wallace:
Your Lordship?

Victor:
Oh, yes. You think you can pilfer my filly, don't you? You think you can con an innocent woman out of her fortune?

Wallace:
Who, me?

Victor:
Well, I got here first! I've spent a lot of time reeling in that fluffy-headed bunny-lover, and I'm not about to let some puddle-headed peasant poach her from me! Comprendez?

Clement Hedges:
The beast lurks within all of us, my child. [thunderclap] The side of us that emerges at night as the moon rises into the sky! The side that savagely rips the leaves off any innocent cabbage...!

Victor:
Oh, spare me the sermon, Vicar! Just tell me how I kill him! Er, I mean 'it'.

Clement:
To kill such a creature would require nerves of steel, and...[pause]... a bullet. [thunderclap]

Victor:
A bullet? [thunderclap]

Hedges:
A bullet! [thunderclap]

Victor:
A bull-? [louder thunderclap] Oooh! [closes window to blot out noise] What KIND of bullet?

Hedges:
A bullet... of pure... gold! [opens his cabinet to show the gold bullets]

Victor:
[amused] Gold?

Hedges:
Yes... 24 'carrot'! [whimpers]

Victor:
Oh. Get out of my way. [takes the bullets] Silly old fool.

Hedges:
[as Victor walks out the door] Beware! Beware the beast within!

Civilian 1:
Please, sir... [holds up vegetable] kiss my baby!

Victor:
Another time, perhaps.

Civilian 2:
[holds up vegetable] Kiss my potato!

Victor:
Not now.

Mr. Growbag:
Kiss my artichoke! [holds up his vegetable]

Victor:
Look, just-

Tottington:
Victor.

Victor:
Campanula!

Tottington:
Victor, I have to know. Did it suffer?

Victor:
Of course not, my dear. [sotto] Not yet, anyway.