Alex: What are you doing? Zebras can't drive. Only penguins and people can drive!
Fievel: Have no fear. Filly the Kid is here.
Wallace: Cracking toast, Gromit.
Tai: I've got to warn everyone! [Dials phone.]
Woman on Phone: All circuits are busy. Try again later.
Tai: Oh, great. It's busy! [Dials another number.]
Woman on Phone: All circuits are busy. Try again later.
Tai: How can that be busy too? [Dials another number.]
Woman on Phone: All circuits are still busy.
Tai: Don't tell me. [Dials another nymber.]
Woman on Phone: Did you hear me? It's busy!
Tai: I'm sorry, lady.
Steve Trevor: Tomorrow is never guaranteed. Only today. Right now. That's why we fight,, right?
Spirit: There was no end to the strange ways on the two-leggeds.
Buck Cluck: You gotta be ready to listen to your children, even if they have nothing to say.
Peter Pan: Well, well, a codfish on a hook.
Captain Hook: I'll get you for this, Pan, if it's the last thing I do.
Thomas O'Malley: Aloha, auf Wiedersehen, bon soir, sayonara, and all those good bye things, baby.
Centipede: I wanna escape from Spiker and Sponge.
Earthworm: Escape? To where? We'll all be squashed and swotted and swooshed.
Grasshopper: No one's going to swoosh you my dear boy, you're six feet through now.
Earthworm: Bigger target.
Rex: Who's the youngling?
Ahsoka: I'm Master Skywalker's Padawan. The name's Ahsoka Tano.
Rex: Sir, I thought you said you'd never have a Padawan.
Anakin: There's been a mix-up. The youngling isn't with me.
Ahsoka: Stop calling me that! You're stuck with me, Skyguy.
[Rex starts chuckling.]
Anakin: What did you just call me?! Don't get snippy with me, little one! You know, I don't think you're even old enough to be a Padawan.
Ahsoka: Well, maybe I'm not. But Master Yoda thinks I am.
Anakin: Well, you're not with Master Yoda now. So if you're ready, you better start proving it. Captain Rex will show you how a little respect can go along the way.
Rex: Er ... Right. Come along, youngling.
Ahsoka: [through gritted teeth.] Padawan.
Scrooge: What's she cooking, a canary? Surely they have more food than that. Look on the fire.
Ghost of Christmas Present: Huh, where? Oh, that's your laundry.
Iridessa: Be careful, Rosetta, she may faint! Elevate her legs! No, wait! I mean the head! Wait, okay, if she's red, raise the head, if she's pale, raise the tail. Does she look pale or red?
Rosetta: ...She looks squished.