Reese: Come on, Gordo. One more bite and it's all gone.
Dewey: What are you doing with my rabbit?
Reese: Just giving him his afternoon bacon.
Dewey: He's too fat. You have to stop feeding him. I'm the one who has to sit through the Junior Farmers' meetings while everyone makes fun of him.
Reese: Those people are small-minded idiots who have no idea what we're trying to do.
Dewey: What are we trying to do?
Reese: I don't know. I kind of had this vision of me riding him through town, knocking over cars, but that's probably not realistic.