(14 of 20) Charlotte and Templeton both decide to come with Wilbur to the fair.
[n] - noun, [v] - verb, [phv] - phrasal verb, [adj] - adjective, [exp] - expression
Directions: 1) Read the script and choose the correct verb tense for each sentence. 2) Listen again and check your answers.
What do you mean you are not going to the fair? I am going to get a prize. Don't you want to be there?
Of course I do, Wilbur, very much. I'm just not up to traveling at the moment.
Because I'm expecting.
"Expecting" means... I'm expecting you to do fine without me. You're getting to be a big pig, and you will do just great on your own.
Okay. I will miss you.
I've got to say he really is some pig.
That's my buttermilk working.
You sure you want to go through with this, Homer? If you lose, you're out your entry fee. He could win, though. Stranger things have been happening around here. If he doesn't win, though?
Well, the way I figure it, even if he does lose, I can make it all back on the bacon alone.
Do something, Homer.
I don't know. He just fainted.
It's all right, hon.
Lurvy, get some water!
It's okay, Wilbur.
Charlotte, are you feeling-eeling okay?
Why is it so hard for that farmer to see what is right in front of his face? Look what Wilbur has done for this farm. Isn't that better than ham? Well, there's only one thing to do, and I have to be there to do it.
Charlotte, you have your babies to think about now.
Charlotte: Yes, I know. But I made a promise to my friend. A big blue ribbon ought to finally get the point through that farmer's head.
Zuckerman: Easy, Lurvy. Easy.
Lurvy: Coming through! Coming through! Here we go!
Zuckerman: There we go.
Wife: He's up.
Dad: Okay, let's see if he'll get in the crate.
Charlotte: Templeton? I need you to go with me. We'll have to find another word, a really good one.
Templeton: Sorry, lady. Comes a time when the rat's got to ask himself, "What's in it for the rat?"
Cow: He's right. We've been to the fair.
Cow: We have?
Cow: Remember? All that garbage there?
Cow: Oh, yeah! It's littered with hunks of chewed-on funnel cakes...
Templeton: How's that?
Cow: And dribs of ice cream going sour in the sun. And spitty little cotton candy bits ground into the mud.
Cow: Popcorn, moldy cheese, half-eaten sandwiches and sticky-icky-icky candy apples.
Templeton: Wait! Go back to the moldy cheese thing.
Cow: I've never seen so much disgusting trash!
Fern: Don't hurt him, Dad!
Cow: Nearly made me gag, the stink of it, especially that deviled egg.
Cow: You'd better hurry up, rat. They're gonna leave you!
Templeton: Wait for me!
Lurvy: Nice and easy. Come on, Wilbur. Good boy.
Cow: More food than you'll see in a lifetime!
Fern: Bye, Aunt Edith!
Wife:: Bye, Fern! Bye, Avery!
Aunt: See you at the fair, guys!
Cow: Hey, it worked!
Zuckerman: I'll see you over there!
Wilbur: Charlotte, you're coming with me!
Charlotte: I wouldn't miss it for the world.
Wilbur: Thank you for coming.
Cow: Good luck, Wilbur! Win that ribbon!
Cow: Go get 'em, Wilbur!