It's late on a Wednesday night and Rabbit is just walking into the bar. Fox is walking out, but stops to talk with Rabbit.
Fox: Where have you been all day? I been lookin' for ya.
Rabbit: In a hole.
Fox: You look kinda shook up.
Rabbit: I do? I thought I'd pulled myself together.
Fox: You're ears are all crossed up.
Rabbit: One of the worst holes I've ever been in . . . jagged rocks, roots everywhere, and an old soup can.
Fox: what kinda soup?
Rabbit: Campbell's Cream of Potato . . . who buys that?
Fox: Badger, he eats that stuff all the time, loves it. But ya know, he's a little slow.
Rabbit: Damn Coyote . . .
Fox: Whadaya mean?
Rabbit: He chased me all over the big meadow this morning in that El Dorodo of his, so I went down the hole. He spent half the day trying to dig me out, so I had burrow. Would you look at my feet?
Fox: Yer a mess alright . . . say, where'd he get that big car anyway?
Rabbit: How the hell should I know? I really need a beer.
Fox: I'll buy ya one. (heads back to the bar with Rabbit) Bartender, a Guinness for Rabbit and a tonic water for me.
Rabbit: Tonic water?
Fox: It's hunting season ya know, trying to keep light on my feet.
Rabbit: Slim and trim, slim and trim, that's you Fox all the way.
Fox: Damn Coyote . . .
Rabbit: What are you cursing him for? He didn't put you in a hole all day . . .
Fox: Yeah, but he's upsettin' the balance of nature around here.
Rabbit: Say, what are you gettin' at?
Fox: I'm just sayin' I'm a predator, he's a predator, there's only just so much prey to go around.
Rabbit: Bartender, make mine a tonic water too.