Nick Wilde Quotes in Zootopia (2016)

Nick Wilde: You know you love me.

Judy Hopps: [Sarcastically] Do I know that?

[pauses]

Judy Hopps: Yes, yes I do!

Nick Wilde: Everyone comes to Zootopia, thinking they could be anything they want. But you can't. You can only be what you are. Sly fox. Dumb bunny.

Judy Hopps: I am not a dumb bunny.

Nick Wilde: And that is not wet cement.

Judy Hopps: [searching for Nick on a small stone bridge over a ditch] Nick? Nick?

[leans over the edge, finding him sitting on a lawn chair below]

Judy Hopps: Oh Nick! Night howlers aren't wolves! They're toxic flowers. I think someone is targeting predators on purpose and making them go savage.

Nick Wilde: [Deadpan] Wow. Isn't that interesting.

[Nick gets up and walks under the bridge, while Judy follows him]

Judy Hopps: Wait, uh, wait - listen! I - I know you'll never forgive me! And I don't blame you. I wouldn't forgive me either. I was ignorant, and... irresponsible... and small-minded. But predators shouldn't suffer because of my mistakes. I have to fix this.

[Her voice shakes]

Judy Hopps: But I can't do it without you.

[Nick still refuses to turn around]

Judy Hopps: [Judy begins to cry] And... and after we're done, you can hate me, and that'll be fine, because I was a horrible friend, and I hurt you. And you... and you can walk away knowing you were right all along. I really am just a dumb bunny.

[Everything becomes silent, until Nick replays Judy's words with her carrot pen]

Judy Hopps: [through carrot pen, unseen] "I really am just a dumb bunny."

Judy Hopps: [Nick holds up the pen] "I really am just a dumb bunny."

Nick Wilde: [Nick turns around] Don't worry, Carrots. I'll let you erase it... in forty-eight hours.

[Judy smiles at Nick, laughing and wiping away tears]

Nick Wilde: All right, get in here.

[Judy trods, exhausted by her emotional outpouring, toward Nick. She leans her head against him, and they hug]

Nick Wilde: Okay. Oh, you bunnies, you're so emotional. There we go, deep breath... Are you... Are you just trying to steal the pen? Is that what this is?

[Judy, laughing, playfully tries to take the pen away from Nick]

Nick Wilde: You ARE standing on my tail, though... Off... Off... Off... Off... Off...

Judy Hopps: Oh, I'm sorry...

Nick Wilde: It's called a hustle, sweetheart.

Judy Hopps: [driving up next to Nick pushing a stroller] Hello! Hi! It's me again.

Nick Wilde: Hey, it's Officer Toot-toot!

Judy Hopps: [sarcastically] Ha-ha-ho, no. Actually, It's Officer Hopps and I'm here to ask you some questions about a case.

Nick Wilde: What happened, meter lady? Did somebody steal a traffic cone? Because it wasn't me.

[annoyed, Judy rides up and pulls up in front of Nick, blaring her siren]

Nick Wilde: Hey, Carrots, you're gonna wake the baby. I gotta get to work.

Judy Hopps: [gets out of her car with the folder, a notepad, and a carrot pen] This is important, sir. I think your ten dollars worth of pawpsicles can wait.

Nick Wilde: Ha. I make 200 bucks a day, Fluff. 365 days a year since I was 12. And time is money. Hop along.

Judy Hopps: Please, just look at the picture.

[shows a picture of Emmitt Otterton]

Judy Hopps: You sold Mr. Otterton that pawpsicle, right? Do you know him?

Nick Wilde: I know everybody. And I also know that somewhere there's a toy store missing its stuffed animals. So why don't you just get back into your box?

Judy Hopps: [smile drops, then becomes serious] Fine. Then we'll have to do this the hard way.

[In a split second, there's a parking boot attached to Nick's stroller]

Nick Wilde: Did you just boot my stroller?

Judy Hopps: Nicholas Wilde, you are under arrest!

Nick Wilde: [scoffs] For what?

[in a patronizing tone]

Nick Wilde: Hurting your feewings?

Judy Hopps: Felony tax evasion.

[Nick's eyes widen]

Judy Hopps: Yeeaah... 200 dollars a day, 365 days a year since you were twelve, that's two decades, so times twenty which is... one million four hundred sixty thousand- I think, I mean I am just a dumb bunny, but we are good at multiplying. Anyway, according to your tax forms, you reported, let me see here, zero. Unfortunately, lying on a federal form is a punishable offense. Five years jail time.

Nick Wilde: Well it's my word against yours.

[Judy pulls out her pen and plays back Nick's confession]

Nick Wilde: [through carrot pen] "... 200 bucks a day, Fluff. 365 days a year since I was 12."

Judy Hopps: Actually, it's your word against yours. And if you want this pen, you're going to cooperate with my investigation on finding that missing otter, or the only place you'll be selling pawpsicles is the prison cafeteria.

[grins]

Judy Hopps: It's called a hustle, sweetheart.

[slight pause before hysterical laughter erupts from within the stroller and Finnick crawls out]

Finnick: She hustled you! She hustled you good! You're a cop now, Nick! You're gonna need one of these!

[slaps his police sticker on Nick]

Finnick: Have fun working with the fuzz!

Nick Wilde: Hey, Flash, wanna hear a joke?

Judy Hopps: NO!

Flash: Sure.

[Judy growls in annoyance]

Nick Wilde: OK. What do you call a three-humped camel?

Flash: I don't... know. What... do... you... call... a... three-humped... camel?

Nick Wilde: Pregnant!

[Nick laughs and elbows an irritated Judy. Flash's face lights up as the joke dawns on him and he slowly laughs]

Judy Hopps: [sarcastically] Ha ha! Yes, very funny, very funny. Can we please just focus on the task?

Nick Wilde: Flash is the fastest guy in there. If you need something done, he's on it.

Judy Hopps: I hope so. We are really fighting the clock and every minute counts.

[sees the inside of the DMV]

Judy Hopps: Wait. They're all SLOTHS? You said this was going to be quick!

Nick Wilde: [in mock surprise] Are you saying that because he's a sloth he can't be fast? I thought in Zootopia, anyone could be anything.

Nick Wilde: [about Bellwether] Do you think when she goes to sleep, she counts herself?

Nick Wilde: I think you said plenty.

Judy Hopps: What do you mean?

Nick Wilde: [saddened] Clearly there's a biological component? That these predators may be reverting back to their primitive savage ways? Are you serious?

Judy Hopps: I just stated the facts of the case! I mean, its not like a bunny can go savage.

Nick Wilde: Right. But a fox could, huh?

Judy Hopps: Nick stop it! You're not like them.

Nick Wilde: [getting angered] Oh, so there's a them now?

Judy Hopps: You know what I mean! You're not that kind of predator.

Nick Wilde: The kind that needs to be muzzled? The kind that makes you believe that you need to carry around fox repellent? Yeah, don't think I didn't notice that little item on the first time we met. So l-let me ask you a question; Are you afraid of me? You think I might-I might go savage? You think that I might try to...

[jumps forward]

Nick Wilde: EAT YOU?

[Judy jumps back and puts hand over Fox Spray]

Nick Wilde: I knew it. Just when I thought someone actually believed in me...

Judy Hopps: [in a Limo with Nick, between two Polar bear thugs, whispering] What did you do, that made Mr. Big so mad at you?

Nick Wilde: [nervously] I um... I may have sold him, a very expensive wool rug. That was made from the fur, of a skunk... 's butt.

Judy Hopps: Oh, sweet cheese and crackers.

Nick Wilde: [Counting his accomplice's take for the day's hustle] 39, 40, there you go! Way to work that diaper, Big Guy!

[Finnick boards his van]

Nick Wilde: No kiss bye-bye for Daddy?

Finnick: [In the driver's seat, Finnick spits out his pacifier and glares at Nick]

[In a gruff adult voice]

Finnick: You kiss me tomorrow, I bite your face off!

[Puts on sunglasses with a sullen flick]

Finnick: Ciao.

Judy Hopps: Well, he was a key witness, and I...

Chief Bogo: Two days to find the otter, or you quit. That was the deal.

[Holding out hand]

Chief Bogo: Badge.

Judy Hopps: But sir, we...

Chief Bogo: Badge!

Nick Wilde: [as Judy starts to turn in her badge] Uh... no.

Chief Bogo: What did you say, fox?

Nick Wilde: Sorry, what I said was... NO! She will not be giving you that badge.

[Bogo flinches]

Nick Wilde: Look, you gave her a... a... a clown vest and a three wheel joke mobile and two days to solve a case you guys haven't cracked in two weeks? Yeah, no wonder she needed to get help from a fox. None of you guys were gonna help her, were you?

[Bogo starts to speak but Nick cuts him off]

Nick Wilde: Here's the thing, chief. You gave her the 48 hours, so technically we still have... 10 left, to find our Mr. Otterton. And that's exactly what we're gonna do. So, if you'll excuse us, we have a very big lead to follow and a case to crack. Good day.

Nick Wilde: Flash, Flash, Hundred-Yard Dash!

Nick Wilde: Whatever you do, do not let go!

Judy Hopps: I'm gonna let go!

Nick Wilde: WHAT?

Nick Wilde: Never let them see that they get to you.

Nick Wilde: Tell me if this story sounds familiar: naive little hick with good grades and big ideas decides, "Hey look at me, I'm gonna move to Zootopia, where predators and prey live in harmony and sing Kumbaya!" Only to find, whoopsie: we don't all get along. And that dream of becoming a big city cop? Double whoopsie: she's a meter maid. And whoopsie number three-sie: no one cares about her or her dreams. And soon enough, those dreams die, and our bunny sinks into an emotional and literal squalor living in a box under a bridge, until finally, she has no choice but to go back home with that cute, fuzzy-wuzzy little tail between her legs to become... you're from Bunnyburrow, is that what you said? So how about a carrot farmer?

[smirks, then walks away]

Nick Wilde: That sound about right?

Nick Wilde: [after Nick relates his story to Judy] I learned two things that day: one, that I was never going to let anyone see that they got to me.

Judy Hopps: And... two?

Nick Wilde: That if the world's only going to see a fox as shifty and untrustworthy, there's no point in being anything else.

Judy Hopps: [places her paw on Nick's arm] Nick, you are so much more than that.

Nick Wilde: [shrinks away] Boy, we've got some traffic down there, we should check the jam-cams!

[holds up cell and asks someone to check the jam-cams]

Judy Hopps: Nick, I'm glad you told me.

Nick Wilde: Jam-cams...

Judy Hopps: Seriously.

Nick Wilde: No, no, wait.

[grabs Judy's arm and turns her around]

Nick Wilde: There are traffic cameras located all around the city...

[from trailer]

Judy Hopps: Is that Mr. Big?

Nick Wilde: Stop talking, stop talking!

[One polar bear turns Mr. Big's chair to reveal that he is an arctic shrew]

Judy Hopps: Huh.

Mr. Big: Ice 'em.

[the polar bears are about to ice Judy and Nick]

Fru Fru: Daddy!

[sees the polar bears about to ice Judy and Nick]

Fru Fru: What did we say? No icing anyone at my wedding!

Mr. Big: I have to, baby, Daddy has to.

[from trailer]

Judy Hopps: Hello! I'm here to ask you some questions about a case.

Nick Wilde: Then they should've gotta a real cop to solve it.

Judy Hopps: You are under arrest!

Nick Wilde: [mockingly] For what? Hwurting your fweelings?

Judy Hopps: YOU are a key witness!

Nick Wilde: No, HE is.

[Judy looks where Nick is pointing but sees no one there. She turns back and sees Nick running away]

Judy Hopps: [annoyed] Hey!

[She chases after him]

Nick Wilde: [Wilde, now a cop pulls over a speeding motorist] Flash?, Flash, Hundred-Yard Dash?

Flash: [Flash slowly rolls down the window and smiles sheepishly] Niiiiick.

[Nick starts stroking Assistant Mayor Bellwether's hair]

Nick Wilde: [whispers] So... fluffy

Judy Hopps: [whispers] Hey, stop that!

Nick Wilde: Sheep never let me get this close...

Judy Hopps: You can't just touch a sheep's wool...

[Nick continues stroking Bellwether's hair]

Nick Wilde: Okay, press conference 101. You wanna look smart? Answer their question with your own question, and then answer that question. Like this: 'Excuse me, Officer Hopps. What can you tell us about the case?'

Nick Wilde: [turing] 'Well, was this a tough case? Yes, yes it was.' You see?

Nick Wilde: [Stroking Bellwether's fur] So fluffy!

Nick Wilde: [Paying Finnick for his work] Thirty nine, forty. There you go. Way to work that diaper, big guy!

[Finnick throws off his elephant costume and jumps into a van]

Nick Wilde: Hey! No kiss bye-bye for daddy?

Finnick: [spits out his pacifier and reveals his gruff tone] You kiss me tomorrow, I'll bite your face off!

[begins to play French hip-hop and applies his sunglasses]

Finnick: Ciao.

Judy Hopps: [Judy rings Manchas's doorbell] Mr. Manchas? Judy Hopps, ZPD. We just want to know what happened to Emmitt Otterton.

Mr. Manchas: [Manchas slightly opens his door] You... should be asking... what happened to me.

Nick Wilde: Whoa! Uh, a teensy otter did... that?

Judy Hopps: [whispers] What happened?

Mr. Manchas: He... was an animal!

Mr. Manchas: [flashback to Manchas's limo] Down... on all fours... he was a savage!

Mr. Manchas: [Emmitt growls and attacks Manchas inside the limo; Manchas escapes the limo, gasping in fear; the flashback ends] There was no warning, he just kept yelling about the Night Howlers. Over and over, the Night Howlers!

Nick Wilde: So... you know... about the Night Howlers, too? Good, good, good. Because the Night Howlers are exactly what we are here to talk about. Right?

Judy Hopps: Yup. So, uh... so you just open the door... and tell us what you know... and we will tell you what we know... okay?

Mr. Manchas: Okay.

[Manchas closes his door]

Judy Hopps: [to Nick] Clever fox.

Judy Hopps: [Manchas re-opens his door, making struggling groans; Judy and Nick enter his apartment] Mr. Manchas?

Nick Wilde: Buddy?

Judy Hopps: Are you... okay?

[Manchas is prowling about his apartment on all four paws, growling]

Judy Hopps: Run, run!

[Judy and Nick leave, with Manchas chasing after them]

Jerry Jumbeaux Jr.: Listen, I don't know what you're doing skulking around during daylight hours, but I don't want any trouble in here, so hit the road.

Nick Wilde: I'm not looking for any trouble either, sir. I simply want to buy a Jumbo Pop... for my little boy. You want the red or the blue, pal?

[Finnick points at the red Jumbo Pop]

Judy Hopps: Aw, I'm such a...

Jerry Jumbeaux Jr.: Oh come on, kid. Back up. Listen buddy, what, there aren't any fox ice cream joints in your part of town?

Nick Wilde: Uh, no no, there are, there are. It's just, my boy, this goofy little stinker, he loves all things elephant, wants to be one when he grows up.

[Finnick squeaks]

Nick Wilde: Is that adorable?

Judy Hopps: Oh.

Nick Wilde: Who the heck am I to crush his little dreams, huh, right?

Jerry Jumbeaux Jr.: Look, you probably can't read, fox, but the sign says "We reserve the right to refuse service to anyone." So beat it!

Elephant patron: You're holding up the line.

[Finnick cries and sniffles]

Judy Hopps: Hello? Excuse me.

Jerry Jumbeaux Jr.: Hey, you're gonna have to wait your turn like everyone else, meter maid.

Judy Hopps: Actually, I'm an officer. Just had a quick question: Are your customers aware they're getting snot and mucus with their cookies and cream?

[Two elephants spit out the ice cream they were just eating]

Jerry Jumbeaux Jr.: What are you talking about?

Judy Hopps: Well, I don't want to cause you any trouble, but I believe scooping ice cream with an ungloved trunk is a Class 3 health code violation... which is kind of a big deal, heh.

[the other employee drops the scoop of ice cream]

Judy Hopps: Of course, I could let you off with a warning, if you were to glove those trunks, and, I don't know... finish selling this nice dad and his son a... what was it?

Nick Wilde: A Jumbo Pop, please.

Judy Hopps: A Jumbo Pop.

[Finnick squeaks with relief]

Jerry Jumbeaux Jr.: [sighs with a groan] $15.

Nick Wilde: Thank you so much, thank you. Oh no, are you kidding me? I don't have my wallet, heh heh. I'd lose my head if it weren't attached to my neck.

Finnick: That's the truth.

Nick Wilde: Oh boy, I'm sorry, pal, got to be about the worst birthday ever. Please don't be mad at me. Thanks anyway.

Judy Hopps: [Judy puts money on the counter, buying a Jumbo Pop for Nick and Finnick] Keep the change.

Judy Hopps: All right, slick Nick, you're under arrest!

Nick Wilde: Really? For what?

Judy Hopps: Gee, I don't know, how about: selling food without a permit, transporting undeclared commerce across borough lines, false advertising.

Nick Wilde: [Nick shows Judy his permit and receipt of declared commerce] Permit, receipt of declared commerce, and I didn't falsely advertise anything; take care.

Judy Hopps: You told that mouse the popsicle sticks were redwood!

Nick Wilde: That's right, "red wood", with a space in the middle, wood that is red.

Nick Wilde: [the porcupine and sheep start to cross the street; Nick also crosses the street] You can't touch me, Carrots, I've been doing this since I was born.

Judy Hopps: You're gonna want to refrain from calling me Carrots.

Nick Wilde: My bad, I just assumed you came from some little carrot-choked Podunk, no?

Judy Hopps: Uh, no! Podunk is in Deerbrooke County, and I grew up in Bunnyburrow.