Ducky: Spike, pay attention. You are supposed to be sad like the rest of us.
Cera's Father: My daughter is gone, and I blame that boy of your's.
Grandpa: Littlefoot? Why?
Cera's Father: Because... I need someone to blame.
Littlefoot: At least we're safe from the swimming sharp tooth.
Cera: Yeah, I'd much rather be eaten by the one that walks.
Elsie: So I was swimming along minding my own business when I saw this long neck on the beach.
Littlefoot: That's my grandpa.
Elsie: Is he now? So that's where you get your good looks.
Chomper: I don't think it's safe for you guys to be here. My dad can smell you.
Petrie: Us smell bad?
Chomper: No. He thinks you smell good.
Petrie: That's even worser.
Ducky: I do not mind finding food. I do not want to be food.
Littlefoot: So, you like it here?
Chomper: It's okay. There's not much food.
Cera: Till now.
Cera: This is like waiting for your hatch day. It never seems to get any closer.
Cera's Father: As much as I don't like to agree with the long neck, I'm afraid he's right.
