Scott Calvin: Can we take a direct flight back to reality, or do we have to change planes in Denver?
Tito: Hey, man, if this is torture, chain me to the wall.
Gordon Bombay: Keep swingin'. Maybe you'll give them a cold.
Friedrich Bhaer: I am going to the west. They need teachers and they are not so concerned about the accent.
Jo March: I don't mind it either.
Kevin McCallister: Howdy do. This is Peter McCallister, the father. I'd like a hotel room please, with an extra large bed, a TV, and one of those little refrigerators you have to open with a key. Credit card? You got it.
Dolly Levi: And on those cold winter nights, Horace, you can snuggle up to your cash register. It's a little lumpy, but it rings.
Pugsley: Are they dead?
Wednesday: Does it matter?
Tiana: There is no way I'm kissing a frog and eating a bug in the same day.
Buzz Lightyear: Quiet, musical hog!
KnowsMore: I got 130 results for "Where does my high school girlfriend live now?"
Anabel Banks: Everything is possible.
Mary Poppins: Even the impossible.
Alvin: I feel like P. Diddy with fur.
Susan Heffley: Greg Heflley! You're grounded for life.
Pumbaa: Hey, Timon, ever wonder what those sparkly dots are up there?
Timon: Pumbaa, I don't wonder; I know.
Pumbaa: Oh. What are they?
Timon: They're fireflies. Fireflies that, uh... Got stuck up on that big bluish-black thing.
Pumbaa: Oh, gee. I always thought they were balls of gas burning billions of miles away.
Timon: Pumbaa, with you, everything's gas.
Chloe: You don't scare me anymore.
Diablo: Then why are you shaking?
Chloe: Cause I am a Chihuahua.
Gloria: Found any water yet?
Moto Moto: No, just more diamonds and gold.
