Mr. Stork: Here is a baby with eyes of blue, straight from heaven, right to you. Or - straight from heaven up above, here is a baby for you to love.
Jim Crow: Quiet, gentlemen. The Reverend Rodent is gonna ad-dress you.
Crow #1: Why, he flies just like an eagle.
Crow #2: Better than an airplane.
Jim Crow: Brother, now I've seen everything.
Clown: Hey, be careful. Don't hurt the little guy.
Skinny: Aw, c'mon. Elephants ain't got no feelings.
Clown #2: No, they're made of rubber.
Prissy: Well, frankly, I wouldn't eat at the same bale of hay with him.
Prissy: Girls, girls! Listen! Have I got a trunk full of dirt.
Ringmaster: Ladies and gentlemen! We will now present for your entertainment the most stupendous, magnificent, super-colossal spectacle! On this tiny, little, insignificant ball, we will construct for you a pyramid! Not of wood, not of stone.
Prissy: To hear him talk, you'd think he was going to do it.
Elephant Matriarch: The stuffed shirt.
Ringmaster: ...pyramid, of ponderous, pulsating, pulchritudinous pachyderms! I give you the elephants.
Elephant Matriarch: Out of my way, assassin.
Choral Effects: We work all day/We work all night/We never learned/To read or write/We're happy-hearted roustabouts!/When other folks/have gone to bed/We slave until/We're almost dead/We're happy-hearted roustabouts.
Giddy: Gaining a little weight, aren't you, honey?
Prissy: You're no cream puff yourself, dearie.
Elephant Matriarch: Quiet up there! Tend to your work, girls.
Fidgity Elephant: Can you bear it? When she doused the ringmaster, I just thought I'd die.
Giddy: Well personally, I think she went a bit too far.
Elephant Matriarch: After all, one musn't forget one is a lady.
Fidgity Elephant: Oh, you're right, dear.
Giddy: Oh, well, I suppose that's mother love.