Mr. Woolensworth: Class, turn to page 62 and translate each word in mutton. He.
Students: Baa.
Mr. Woolensworth: She.
Students: Baa.
Mr. Woolensworth: They.
Students: Baa.
Mr. Woolensworth: We.
Students: Baa.
Buck Cluck: You gotta be ready to listen to your children, even if they have nothing to say.
Mr. Woolensworth: Morkubine Porcupine?
Morkubine Porcupine: Yo.
Dog Announcer: Hold your horses, here! And horses, hold your breath.
Runt of the Litter: Curse these genetically tiny legs.
Abby Mallard: Tough morning?
Chicken Little: I had a run-in with my old nemesis.
Abby Mallard: Gum on the crosswalk?
Chicken Little: He won this round.
Abby Mallard: Your old foe.
Chicken Little: Mmm-hmm.
Chicken Little: I put on five ounces this year. I've really bulked up.
Chicken Little: A piece of the sky? Shaped like a stop sign? Not again.
Chicken Little: Modern Mallard says avoiding closure can lead to molting, and I'm already small and on top of that I don't think I can handle being bald.
Dog Announcer: This excitement isn't just about the fun of baseball. It's not about the prize. It's about the gloating and rubbing their noses in it. The "Nah-Nah-Nah-Nah-Nah! We beat you!" taunting if you will, that comes with the winning.
Coach: Don't swing.
Ace - Hollywood Chicken Little: Are you ready to rock?
Hollywood Runt: Ain't no mountain high enough. Ain't no valley low.
Runt of the Litter: 'Twas Beauty that killed the Beast.
Buck Cluck: I'd like to see the movie they make about you now.
Chicken Little: I just hope they stay true to what really happened?
Buck Cluck: Oh, son. These people are from Hollywood. The one thing they will never do is mess with a good story.
Buck Cluck: Oh, yes, I do see the skywriting there. Thank goodness the cloud blocked the last letter.
Coach: Okay, kid. Listen up. You have an itty-bitty, teeny-tiny strike zone. There's no way he can throw you out! Just take the walk and don't swing.
Chicken Little: Yeah. But, Coach. I have a good feeling about.
Coach: Look. Look at me, look at me. Don't swing, take the walk, you hear me? Just take the walk.
Chicken Little: But, coach! Wait.
Coach: Don't swing.
Buck Cluck: The commemorative plates.
Chicken Little: Yeah, yeah.
Buck Cluck: You know, you saw them, right?
Chicken Little: Yeah, I saw them.
Buck Cluck: You can't eat off 'em, but they're there.
Chicken Little: Well, they're not microwave safe.
Mayor Turkey Lurkey: Well, other than the penny, this whole evening was a wash.
Dog Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, it's just gibberish. Gibberish of an insane person.
