Father Wolf: Shere Khan does us great honor. What does Shere Khan need?
Shere Khan: My quarry - the Man's Cub. It's parents escaped me - give him to me!
Tabaqui the Jackal: It is his. Give it to him.
Father Wolf: The wolves are a free people. They take orders from the head of the pack, and not from any striped cattle killer. The Man's Cub is ours, to kill if we choose.
Shere Khan: You choose and you do not choose!
Tabaqui the Jackal: What is this talk of choosing, O master?
Shere Khan: Am I to stand nosing into your dog's den for my fair dues?
Tabaqui the Jackal: Fair dues!
Shere Khan: It is I, Shere Khan who speaks!
Mother Wolf: And it is I, Raksha the demon who answer. The Man's Cub is mine - mine to me! He shall not be killed. He shall live to run with the pack, and to hunt with the pack! And in the end, look you, hunter of little naked cubs, frog eater, he shall hunt you. Now get hence, back to your starved cattle, branded beast of the jungle! Go!