Nick Parker: You two help Meredith.
Meredith Blake: Sure you'll help me. Right over a cliff, you'll help me.
Hallie Parker: Not a bad idea.
Annie James: Yeah, see any cliffs?
Simba: Kiara.
Zira: Kovu. Move.
Simba: Stand aside.
Kiara: Daddy, this has to stop.
Zira: You're even weaker than I thought. Get out of the way.
Kovu: You'll never hurt Kiara or Simba. Not while I'm here.
Simba: Stay out of this.
Kiara: A wise king once told me, "We are one." I didn't understand him then. Now I do.
Simba: But - they.
Kiara: Them? Us? Look at them. They are us. What differences do you see?
Emperor: The flower that blooms in adversity is the most rare and beautiful of all.
Shang: Sir?
Emperor: You don't meet a girl like that every dynasty.
Miriam: There can be miracles, when you believe Though hope is frail, it's hard to kill Who knows what miracles you can achieve When you believe, somehow you will You will when you believe.
Hopper: If I didn't promise my mother on her deathbed that I wouldn't kill you, I'd kill you!
Molt: You know, no-one appreciates that more than I do.
Andrei Strasser: Monsterle! Monsterle.
Major Chip Hazard: If it lacerates or detonates, I want it mobile and I want it lethal.
Ivy: Somebody has to teach this beautiful bird some manners. Might as well be me.
Paulie: What's wrong with my manners?
Brink: When you woke up this morning, did you say to yourself 'Today, I'm gonna talk.' or 'Today, I'm gonna skate!'?
Hallie: Come on, I want you to meet Daddy.
Duncan: You mean the President?.. Of our country?
The Narrator: Something broke through the terror - flickerings, fragments of his short life, the random events that delivered him to this, his moment of annihilation. As terror gave way to exhaustion, Babe turned to his attacker, his eyes filled with one simple question: Why?
Miss Clavel: You're giving me a gray hair.
Madeline: Could I see?
Miss Clavel: No.
Stu: Okay, maybe real fire isn't the best idea for a children's toy.
Mewtwo: Human and Pokemon can NEVER be friends.
Popov: We're Russians! We demand you take us to the Russian imbecile.
Natalya: It's "Embassy," imbecile.
Daphne Blake: What I need is a real, live ghost.
Velma Dinkley: That's an oxymoron, Daph.
Shelly Krippendorf: I just chased poultry through my backyard, looking like Tammy Faye Bakker. You owe me.
Gwen Cromwell Piper: You are not a witch.
Marnie Cromwell: Oh, yes, I am, no thanks to you. You were going to let my powers go away forever.