FLOWER: Is it spring yet?
BAMBI: No. Winter's just started.
THUMPER: What you doing? Hibernating?
BAMBI: What do you want to do that for?
FLOWER: All us flowers sleep in the winter. Well, good night.
BAMBI: Winter sure is long, isn't it?
BAMBI'S MOTHER: It seems long. But it won't last forever.
BAMBI: I'm awful hungry, Mother.
BAMBI'S MOTHER: Yes, I know. Bambi, come here. Look. New spring grass. Bambi. Quick. The thicket. Faster. Faster, Bambi. Don't look back. Keep running. Keep running.
BAMBI: We made it. We made it, Mother. We... Mother. Mother, where are you?
GREAT PRINCE OF THE FOREST: Your mother can't be with you anymore. Come. My son.