Dirty Harry

Scorpio:
[singing] Row, row, row your boat/gently down the stream/merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily ...

Bus Kid:
Where are we going?

Scorpio:
What? What did you say?

Bus Kid:
Where are we going?

Scorpio:
We're going to the ice-cream factory and see how ice-cream's made. Now anybody who doesn't wanna go can get off right here.

Bus Kid:
I wanna go home to my mommy.

Scorpio:
[slaps the kid] Stupid kid! Come on sing everyone! Sing or I'll go home and kill all your mommies, sing, sing!