An American Tail: Fievel Goes West1991

[Wylie Burp, Fievel and Tiger are standing on a tall mesa]

Wylie Burp:
Now walk down there and back. [Tiger takes three steps across the mesa and three steps back to Wylie] No, no. You're walking like a French poodle. Now get down on all fours.

Tiger:
Are you sure? This really goes against my ways... [Wylie kicks Tiger onto the ground]

Wylie Burp:
Now roll. [Tiger starts to roll around the mesa] Give yourself a dirt bath. Now you're getting it.

Fievel:
Come on, Tiger! We're rooting for you!

Wylie Burp:
Now, stand up. [Tiger does so] Suck in your ponch, boy! [Tiger puffs up his chest] Now, walk, one foot in front of the other, really slowly.

[Tiger starts to walk; every time he steps, flatulence can be heard; Tiger then falls off the mesa and then flies around like a deflating balloon until he falls to the ground]

Tiger:
I hurt myself.