Freddy Fox has a very good sense of smell. Wow. What an egg. It's huge. Why is the egg so big? It's a dinosaur egg.

Eggs. Who's eggs do you like better, his or mine? Well I like both eggs equally.

Why are these two eggs sticky?

We have to find an egg. An egg? But eggs are little. It could be anywhere. Leave it to me. Foxes love hunting for eggs.

You took your eggs and you left. You really expect me to never find new eggs?

Is it real? No, it's better than real. It's pretend. Watch this.

I'm sorry? I need eggs. Four dozen should suffice. Four dozen?

Is that a real egg? There's no leeway in there.

Well what's the difference? Your eggs aren't here anymore, are they?

No eggs for me. I'll be having porridge. Are you really still doing this?

Next, five whisked eggs. And then in with the delicious mushrooms and bacon that we cooked.

The first street-food dish, my version of egg fu yung, or savoury egg roll.

Don't listen to him. He's still light-headed from all the Irish whiskey and pickled eggs in his system.

So Rach. You're the first guest at Hotel Monica. Yeah. You'll just have to tell me how you like your eggs in the morning.

Not just fixing my eggs, I'm fixing everyone's eggs. And we all thank you.

Oh come on. Nobody likes two different kinds of eggs equally. You like one better than the other and I wanna know which.

I should feed his balls to feral cats. He takes liberties with his station.

A man with breathtaking anger-management issues, a couple of master assassins, and you, big fella.

No, to beat Granny Pig's Happy Mrs. Chicken's score. I laid 4020 eggs.

Suddenly it felt real. All the eggs were alive. There were, like, little bean babies inside every one.