Mushu: I'm doomed! And all 'cause Miss Man decides to take her little drag show on the road.
Mushu: We're gonna die! We're gonna die! We're definitely gonna die! No way we survive this! Death is coming.
Mushu: I was this close. This close to impressin' the ancestors, gettin' the top shelf, an entourage. Man. All my fine work. Pfft.
Mushu: My little baby, off to destroy people.
Mushu: Did you see those Huns? They popped out of the snow, like daisies.
Grandma Klump: The other day I got out the shower and I bend down to reach for a towel, and I felt a sharp pain in my chest. Shot through my chest and up around my shoulder and down my spine. I thought "Oh, Lord." I thought I was dying. I bent over and looked, and I was standing on my own titty.
Mama Klump: You don't need a breast reduction, just be more careful.
Grandma Klump: Both feet, too. Both feet.
Papa Klump: If I want to put a trumpet in my ass and run around this restaurant and blow, then "Hallelujah!Yankee Doodle!" that's my business.
Papa Klump: Would you please put your clothes back on? You look like a roast chicken.
Grandma Klump: Does Cletus know I'm strapped?
Papa Klump: Come on, shoot.
Grandma Klump: I'm strapped, ni**a.
Jason: Professor? You okay?
Sherman Klump: Yeah. I just don't wanna hurt her, Jason.
Jason: Then you won't. Hey, you CAN control Buddy.
Sherman Klump: You know it's funny how you get used to certain things in life. You get used to being overweight. I know I did. You even get used to people making fun of you. Somewhere along the line, I got used to being alone. And I just don't want to be alone anymore.
Jason: You're losing your intelligence, sir.
Sherman Klump: Yeah, I know. I can't even beat Molly and she's the dumbest hampster we got.
Papa Klump: What I do in my bedroom is MY business, you understand that?
Grandma Klump: The only thing you do in your bedroom is pull the lint off your scrotum.
Buddy Love: Well if it isn't the creator of Jumbo the Horny Hampster.
Dean Richmond: Please.
Sherman Klump: Buddy Love, I am sick, and tired, of your S-H.
Dean Richmond: I.
Sherman Klump: Thank you. T-E.
Buddy Love: Oh, ho-ho-ho. My shite?
Mama Klump: Well, I hope you fart until your asshole falls out!
Donkey: This is gonna be fun! We can stay up late, swap manly stories, and in the morning, I'm making waffles!
Donkey: And then one time I ate some rotten berries. Man, there were some strong gases seepin' outta my butt that day!
