Altivo! Hey, Altivo! You want the nice apple? Come and get it! But, you have to do a trick...

Miguel: Altivo! Hey, Altivo! You want the nice apple? Come and get it! But, you have to do a trick for me first! All you have to do, is find a pry bar. It's a long piece of metal with a hooky thing at the end. Tulio: Miguel, you're talking to a horse! Miguel: Yes, that's it Altivo. Find the pry bar! Tulio: Yes, "find the pry bar". He doesn't understand "pry bar"! He's a dumb horse, there's no way he could understand... [Altivo drops keys into the brig] Tulio: Well... it's *not* a pry bar.

Altivo. You want a nice apple? Come and get it. You have to do a trick for me first. Huh? All you have to do is find a pry bar. A long piece of iron with a hooky thing at the end. Yeah? Miguel, you're talking to a horse! That's it, Altivo, find the pry bar. Yes, find the pry bar. He can't understand "pry bar." He's a dumb horse. There's no way... Well, it's not a pry bar. Oh, Altivo. Oh, thank you, old boy. Listen, if we can ever return the favor... For Pete's sake, Miguel, he's a ruthless warhorse, not a poodle. Come on, before he licks you to death. Adios. Shh, shh. Shh. Quiet, please.