Pumbaa: Hey, Timon, ever wonder what those sparkly dots are up there?
Timon: Pumbaa, I don't wonder; I know.
Pumbaa: Oh. What are they?
Timon: They're fireflies. Fireflies that, uh... Got stuck up on that big bluish-black thing.
Pumbaa: Oh, gee. I always thought they were balls of gas burning billions of miles away.
Timon: Pumbaa, with you, everything's gas.
Susan Heffley: Greg Heflley! You're grounded for life.
Brittany: Of course. That's why the water was so hot. It's being heated by an underground magma chamber.
Alvin: How do you know that?
Brittany: I have no idea the place where I get my nails done always has the science channel on maybe I accidentally paid attention.
Buck Cluck: You gotta be ready to listen to your children, even if they have nothing to say.
Christopher Marlowe: Saying things in a short snappy way instead of a long drawn-out way is the soul of wit.
Bill Shakespeare: You mean brevity?
Christopher Marlowe: Yeah.
Casey Jones: This is great. First it was The Farm That Time Forgot and now this. Why don't I ever fall in with people who own condos? Probably hard to get good maid service in a sewer. Maybe you guys should try Roto Rooter, huh?
Aquamarine: But I've learned it's not where you are, it's who you're with.
Dolly Levi: And on those cold winter nights, Horace, you can snuggle up to your cash register. It's a little lumpy, but it rings.
Horace: I don't like it, Jasper. One more pinch, and they'll throw the keys away.
Jasper: Oh, come off it, Horace. We're getting plenty of bootle.
Horace: Yes, but I've been thinking.
Jasper: You've been thinking? Now look here, Horace! I warned you about thinking! I've got the nog for this job, so let's get on with it.
Charisse Slocumb: Bernice Talbot? My-my husband done did it wit' that child in that "Shop-Well" parking lot? lord take ME NOW.