The fabric of the universe is coming unraveled.

Hushpuppy:
One day, the storm’s gonna blow,
the ground’s gonna sink, and the water’s gonna rise up so high,
there ain’t gonna be no Bathtub,
just a whole bunch of water.

But me and my Daddy, we stay, right
here. We who the earth is for.

Miss Bathsheba:
Every animal is made out of meat.
I am meat, ya’ll asses meat.
Everything is part of the buffet of the  universe.

This here, is an Aurochs.
A fierce, mean creature that roamed
the earth back when we all lived in caves.
They would gobble the cave-babies
down right in front of their cave-parents.
And the cavemen couldn’t do nothing about it,
because they were too poor, too
stupid, too small. Who here thinks
the Cavemen were sitting around crying like a buncha pussies?

Y’all better think about that.
Cause any day now, the fabric of the universe is coming unraveled.
The ice caps gonna melt, the water’s gonna rise, and everything
south of the levee’s going under.
Ain’t gonna be no Bathtub, just a whole bunch of water. Y’all better
learn to survive.

Hushpuppy:
Way back in the day, the Aurochs
was king of the world.
If it wasn’t for giant snowballs,
and the iced age. I wouldn’t even
be Hushpuppy, I would just be breakfast.

Beasts of the Southern Wild by Benh Zeitlin (2012)

They got none of what we got.

The Bathtub’s got more holidays
than the whole rest of the world.
Daddy always saying, that up in the
dry world, they got none of what we got.
They only got holidays once a year.

They got fish stuck in plastic

wrappers, they got their babies
stuck in carriages, and chickens on
sticks and all that kind of stuff.

Beasts of the Southern Wild by Benh Zeitlin (2012)

They're afraid of the water...

Daddy says, up above the levee, on

the dry side, they’re afraid of the
water like a bunch of babies.
They built the wall that cuts us off.

They think we all gonna drown down
here. But we ain’t goin’ nowhere.

Beasts of the Southern Wild by Benh Zeitlin (2012)

In ways I can't understand.

All the time, everywhere, everything’s organs
be beatin’ and squirtin’ and talkin’ to each other
in ways I can’t understand.
Mosta the time they probably just sayin
 “I’m hungry,” or “I gotta poop,”
 but sometimes they talkin’ in codes.

Beasts of the Southern Wild by Benh Zeitlin (2012)