Widow Tweed: We met it seems, such a short time ago. You looked at me, needing me so. Yet from your sadness, our happiness grew. Then I found out, I need you, too. I remember how we used to play. I recall those rainy days, the fires glowed, that kept us warm. And now I find, we're both alone. Goodbye may seem forever, farewell is like the end. But in my heart's a memory, and there you'll always be.
Adult Copper: I think I did a good job tracking down those varmints for ya.
Chief: Trackin' an' smellin' ain't enough. You gotta think nasty.
Big Mama: Oh boy, these old wings ain't what they used to be. Big Mama, you better lose a few pounds.