You have four left hooves!

Lupe:

Don't just think of it as a fight. Think of it as a dance! Hans:
A bull, dancing? Is this some kind of hilarious joke designed to make me laugh? Greta:
You see, horses, we have the beautifulest legs for the dancing. Klaus:
But bulls have short stubby legs. Hans:
Ja, look at me. [waddles around on his knees and haunches] Hans:
Moo, moo, moo! [the lipizzaner horses all laugh] Lupe:
Go eat a schnitzel, you pasty-faced glue stick! Ferdinand:
It's okay, Lupe. THey're right. I mean, how could a big clumsy bull ever do something like this! [does the flamenco dance Nina taught him] Lupe:
Whoo! Check out my boy cutting a rug! Dos:
That was good! Greta:
You call that dancing? Nein! THIS is dancing! [They perform a polka] Angus:
Three against one is hardly fair. Lupe, get my pipes! [Lupe plays various kazoos like bagpipes and he does a scottish reel] Angus:
Well, put that in your kilts and smoke it! Greta:
Don't celebrate yet, you rump roast! Try THIS! [the horses do a mix of ballet and gymnastics, ending by forming a heart with their heads and rumps] Bones:
Oooh, I HATE those horses! Una:
[Seeing where this is going, plugs in a boombox and puts on some hip-hop]
It's showtime. Bones:
I'm goin' in! [He joins in with a breakdance, and the three horses and three cows start an epic dance battle, which the horses are winning, until...] Maquina:
Argh! [Joins in on the cow's side with robotic dance moves and the four do a grand synchronized finale, which the horses try to top but collide] Hans:
Watch where you're stepping, dummkopf! Greta:
Who are you calling dummkopf! Klaus:
You have four left hooves!