Peter Rabbit2012

[the rabbits have successfully locked Old Brown, Tommy Brock and Mr. Tod inside the latter's house]

Old Brown:
We're trapped!

Tommy Brock:
Well, if we're stuck in here, I'll reckon I'll have myself a snooze. [heavily plops down on Mr. Tod's armchair, causing a table nearby to fall on the floor]

Mr. Tod:
Oh, you clumsy oaf! My tea table!

Old Brown:
[flapping around] Tea table? What kind of hunter has a tea table, I ask you? [hits some china with his wing, causing it to fall on the floor and break]

Mr. Tod:
My best china! Both of you, stop it! You're wrecking the place. First my table, then my china. Why don't you just knock the walls down and be done with it? [thinks]

Mr. Tod:
[to himself, in a whisper] Hmm, not the walls, but perhaps the door. [gets closer to the housedoor]

Mr. Tod:
[to Old Brown] You're a squawky old feather duster.

Old Brown:
[annoyed] Feather duster, am I?

Mr. Tod:
Yes, you heard me. You couldn't peck your way out of a wet paper bag! [turns to Tommy Brock]

Mr. Tod:
As for you, you smelly old carpet, you couldn't badge your way out of a balloon! [both Tommy Brock and Old Brown angrily charge in Mr. Tod's direction. He steps aside, causing the two to crash into the door and knock it down]

Mr. Tod:
[getting outside] Wonderful. You are a strong pair of fellows. Now we're free. Free to get those rabbits!