Steele: Go ahead wolf-dog! You'll never get home! I'll make sure of that!
Cat: My body! My body! My body!
Winnie The Pooh: And the game is called "Say What You See." You, first, Piglet.
Piglet: Panic. Worry. Catastrophe.
Tigger: Speed! Danger! Recklessness! Hoo hoo hoo!
Eeyore: Disgrace. Shame. Humiliation.
Winnie The Pooh: Well, that's one way to play it. (01:18:45)
Winnie The Pooh: Your ladder is broken.
Christopher Robin: That's not a ladder. That was a shelf!
Winnie The Pooh: Well, that explains why it was no good for climbing. (00:35:25)
Winnie The Pooh: Doing nothing often leads to the very best kind of something. (01:19:25)
Christopher Robin: I've cracked.
Winnie The Pooh: Oh, I don't see any cracks. A few wrinkles, maybe. (00:30:30)
Winnie The Pooh: People say nothing is impossible, but I do nothing every day. (00:35:40)
Christopher Robin: I"m not who I used to be.
Winnie The Pooh: Of course you are. You're our friend. Look at how you saved everybody today. You are our hero.
Christopher Robin: I'm not a hero, Pooh... I'm lost.
Winnie The Pooh: But I found you. Didn't I? (01:05:00)
Winnie The Pooh: I would have liked it to go on for a while longer. Perhaps it's our turn to save Christopher.
Winnie The Pooh: What should happen if you forget about me?
Young Christopher Robin: I won't ever forget about you, Pooh, I promise. Not even when I'm a hundred.
Winnie The Pooh: How old will I be then?
Young Christopher Robin: Ninety nine. Silly old bear.
Winnie The Pooh: There's always time for a smackeral of wonder.
Madeline Robin: You're talking.
Winnie The Pooh: Me? No, I'm not talking. Well, I am now, I suppose. (01:15:10)
Winnie the Pooh: How gloomy and sad... If only Eeyore were here to enjoy it. (00:26:45)
Darkwing Duck: I am the terror that flaps in the night, I am the slug that slimes your begonias.
Darkwing Duck: I am the terror that flaps in the night, I am the jailer who throws away the key.
Darkwing Duck: It's like the Chicken said Lauchpad, I knew the job was dangerous when I took it.
Darkwing Duck: I am the terror that flaps in the night, I am the fingernail that scrapes the blackboard of your soul.
