Quotes from Nathan Lane movies and TV shows

Albert: Don't give me that tone!
Armand: What tone?
Albert: That sarcastic contemptuous tone that means you know everything because you're a man, and I know nothing because I'm a woman.
Armand: You're not a woman.
Albert: Oh, you bastard!

Albert Goldman: Whatever I am, he made me! I was adorable once, young and full of hope. And now look at me! I'm this short, fat, insecure, middle-aged THING!
Armand: I made you short?

[Afer Max punches a hole in a wall.]
Max Prince: I wanna hit something else. Something big! Something expensive!
Milt Fields: There's a bank across the street, Max.

Pumbaa: Good night.
Timon: Sleep tight.
Pumbaa: Dream of bedbugs tonight.

Timon: I uh, I guess I owe everyone an apology. All right so I made a teensy mistake, like we all haven't broken into song on sentry duty before uh-haha come on, let me have a show of hands! Ooook.

Timon: I'm Timon.
Pumbaa: Pumbaa.
Timon: No, really.

Timon: It's as if you have some special power.
Pumbaa: Uh, special power? well, it's pretty powerful.

Uncle Max: Now what do we do if we see a hyena?
Timon: Scream, "mommy!"

Timon: It's coming to me. It's either that slug I ate, or I'm having an epiphany.

Timon: How convenient. Enter omniscient monkey, right on cue.
Pumbaa: Well, you know what they say: "When the student is ready, the teacher appears."
Timon: That's it. No more fortune-cookies for you.

Mom: Everything the light touches... Belongs to someone else.
Timon: Funny, I thought you were going in a whole different direction.

Pumbaa: They say first impressions are very important.
Timon: Oh, I thought you were a "scream."

Timon: It was a wonderful phrase. It has some rhythm. Laduda Ladada. No, that wasn't it.

Timon: I see carnivores.

Timon: Get a load of the monkey getting all Existential on me.

Timon: This is the start of a beautiful acquaintanceship.

Timon: Just eat me now and please make it fast, I have a low threshold for pain.

Timon: Well, that worked like a dream.
Pumbaa: It did?
Timon: Sarcasm is a foreign language to you, isn't it?

Brighton: Snow White is dead. One of God's great mysteries is his plan for each and every one of us...
The Queen: Speed it up.
Brighton: Snow White lived, she died, God rest her soul, Amen. There will be a buffet lunch served at two.

The Queen: Brighton, a word, please...
Brighton: Yes, your Majesty.
The Queen: Loose lips, sink ships.
Brighton: Yes, indeed, your Majesty - exactly. Which ship would you like sunk?
The Queen: It's an expression, Brighton!