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Bambi: He stopped and looked at me.
Bambi's Mother: Yes, I know.
Bambi: Why was everyone still when he came in the meadow?
Bambi's Mother: Everyone respects him. For of all the deer in the forest, not one has lived half so long. He is very brave and very wise. That's why he is known as the Great Prince of the Forest.
Friend Owl: Same thing every spring. "Tweet-tweet, tweet-tweet! Tweet-tweet, tweet-tweet!" Love's sweet song. Hm! Pain in the pinfeathers, I call it!
Flower: [about two birds fluttering around] Well! What's the matter with them?
Thumper: Why are they acting that way?
Friend Owl: Why, don't you know? They're twitterpated.
Flower, Bambi, Thumper: Twitterpated?
Friend Owl: Yes. Nearly everybody gets twitterpated in the springtime. For example: You're walking along, minding your own business. You're looking neither to the left, nor to the right, when all of a sudden you run smack into a pretty face. Woo-woo! You begin to get weak in the knees. Your head's in a whirl. And then you feel light as a feather, and before you know it, you're walking on air. And then you know what? You're knocked for a loop, and you completely lose your head!
Thumper: Gosh, that's awful.
Flower: Gee whiz.
Bambi: Terrible!
Friend Owl: And that ain't all. It could happen to anyone, so you'd better be careful.
[points at Bambi]
Friend Owl: It could happen to you�
[points at Thumper]
Friend Owl: � or you, or even...
[Flower looks at Owl shyly]
Friend Owl: Yes, it could even happen to you!
Thumper: Well, it's not gonna happen to me.
Bambi: Me neither.
Flower: Me neither.
Thumper: Whatcha gonna call 'im?
Bambi's Mother: Well, I think I'll call him Bambi.
Thumper: Bambi... Yep, I guess that'll do all right.
Bambi: Mother? Mother?
Great Prince of the Forest: Your mother can't be with you anymore.
[Bambi and his mother are eating grass; suddenly she stands in attention]
Bambi's Mother: Bambi. Quick! The thicket!
[they run; a gunshot is heard]
Bambi's Mother: Faster! Faster, Bambi! Don't look back! Keep running! Keep running!
[Gunshot is heard, then silence]
Thumper: He doesn't walk very good, does he?
Mrs. Rabbit: Thumper!
Thumper: Yes, mama?
Mrs. Rabbit: What did your father tell you this morning?
Thumper: [clears throat] If you can't say something nice... don't say nothing at all.
Thumper: Those are birds.
Bambi: Bur... Bur!
Thumper: Look! He's trying to talk.
Bambi: Bur!
Other rabbits: He's trying to say "bird."
Thumper: Say, "Bird."
[wiggles nose]
Bambi: Bur.
[wiggles nose]
Thumper: Bird.
Bambi: Bur!
Thumper: Uh-uh. Bir-duh!
Other rabbits: Come on, say "Bird." Say "Bird"...
Bambi: Bird!
[rabbits scatter and run to mother]
Other rabbits: He talked, he talked! He talked, mama! The young prince said "bird."
Bambi: Bird, bird, bird, bird, bird, bird...
[Bambi sees a butterfly and chases it until it lands on his tail]
Bambi: Bird!
Thumper: No, that's not a bird. That's a butterfly!
Bambi: Butterfly? Butter...
[notices the butterfly is gone; runs to a butterfly-shaped flower in a field of flowers]
Bambi: Butterfly!
Thumper: No, that's a flower.
Bambi: Flower?
Thumper: Aha, it's pretty.
[sniffs flowers]
Bambi: Pretty
[sniffs flowers, runs nose to nose into a skunk]
Bambi: Flower!
Flower: Me?
Thumper: [laughs hysterically] That's not a flower! He's just a little...
Flower: Oh, that's all right. He can call me flower if he wants to. I don't mind.
Bambi: Pretty... pretty flower.
Flower: [giggling] Oh, gosh!
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