Maurice LaMarche: Mr. Big

Zootopia

Mr. Big

Fru Fru: Oh, Daddy! It's time for our dance!
[noticing Judy and Nick]
Fru Fru: Oh, what did we say? No icing anyone at my wedding!
Mr. Big: I have to, baby. Daddy has to. Ice 'em!
Nick Wilde: Whoa, whoa, whoa! No, no, no!
Fru Fru: [recognizing Judy] Wait. Please! She's the bunny that saved my life yesterday! From that giant donut.
Mr. Big: This bunny?
Fru Fru: Yeah! Hi!
Judy Hopps: Hi. I love your dress.

Mr. Big: Ice this weasel.
Duke Weaselton: AHH! All right, all right, please! I'll talk! I'll talk! I stole them Night Howlers so I could sell 'em. They offered me what I couldn't refuse. Money.
Judy Hopps: And to whom did you sell them?
Duke Weaselton: A ram named Doug. We got a drop spot underground. Just watch it. Doug is the opposite of friendly. He's unfriendly.

Duke Weaselton: Hey, if it isn't Flopsy the Copsy.
Judy Hopps: We both know those weren't moldy onions I caught you stealing. What were you gonna do with those Night Howlers, Weselton?
Duke Weaselton: It's Weaselton! Duke Weaselton! And I ain't talkin', rabbit.
[flicking his toothpick in her face]
Duke Weaselton: And there ain't nothing you can do to make me.
[she and Nick share a smirk; cut to Mr. Big's office]
Mr. Big: Ice him.

Nick Wilde: This is a simple misunderstanding.
Mr. Big: Oh. You come here unannounced on the day my daughter is to be married.
Nick Wilde: Well, actually, we were brought here against our will, so...
[chuckling nervously]
Nick Wilde: The point is, I-I did not know that it was your car, and I certainly did not know about your daughter's wedding.
Mr. Big: Meh. I trusted you, Nicky. I welcomed you into my home. We broke bread together. Gram-mama made you a cannoli. And how did you repay my generosity? With a rug made from the butt of a skunk. A skunk-butt rug. You disrespected me. You disrespected my Gram-mama, who I buried in that skunk butt rug. I told you never to show your face here again, but here you are, snooping around with this...
[glancing at Judy]
Mr. Big: What are you? A performer? What's with the costume?

[Judy and Nick are sitting with Mr. Big at his daughter's wedding discussing the Otterton case]
Mr. Big: Otterton's my florist. He's like a part of the family. He had something important he wanted to discuss. That's why I sent that car to pick him up. But it never arrived.
Judy Hopps: Because he was attacked.
Mr. Big: No. He attacked.
Judy Hopps: Otterton?
Mr. Big: Otterton. He went crazy, ripped up the car, scared my driver half to death and disappeared into the night.
Judy Hopps: But he's a sweet little otter.
Mr. Big: My child, we may be evolved, but deep down, we're still animals. You want to find Otterton, talk to the driver. His name is Manchas. Lives in the Rainforest District. Only he can tell you more.

Judy Hopps: Sir, I am a co...
Nick Wilde: Mime! She is a mime. This...
[thumping her]
Nick Wilde: ...mime cannot speak. You can't speak if you're a mime.
Judy Hopps: No, I am a cop.
Nick Wilde: [sighing, he covers his face] Ugh.
Judy Hopps: And I'm on the Emmitt Otterton case. And my evidence puts him in your car. So intimidate me all you want. I'm going to find out what you did to that otter if it's the last thing I do.
Mr. Big: Meh. Then I have only one request. Say hello to Gram-mama. Ice 'em.
Nick Wilde: [Mr. Big's polar bear thugs grab him and Judy] Whoa! Whoa, I-I-I-I didn't see nothing! I'm not saying nothing!
Mr. Big: And you never will.
Judy Hopps: Put me down!
Nick Wilde: Please! No, no, no! If you're mad at me about the rug, I've got more rugs!