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.
Peter Pan: Well, well, a codfish on a hook.
Captain Hook: I'll get you for this, Pan, if it's the last thing I do.
Nick Wilde: It's called a hustle, sweetheart.
Mrs. Packard: Attention: tonight's supper will be baked beans; musical program to follow... Who wrote this?
Mad Hatter: What's the matter my dear, don't you care for tea?
Alice: Why, yes. I'm very fond of tea.
March Hare: If you don't care for tea, you could at least make polite conversation.
Fidget: I'm going! I'm going! I'm going.
Neera: Kron, we've never gone this far without water: if we keep going like this, we'll lose half the Herd.
Kron: Then we save the half that deserves to live.
TV Announcer: And because of a courageous little girl named Penny, the world's largest diamond, the Devil's Eye, is now at the Smithsonian Institute. But what's even more important, folks, this little orphan's dream has come true. Today, she's being adopted. And here she is with her new mother and father.
Doctor Doppler: Just wait until we tell your mother about this! Of course, we may downplay the life-threatning parts.
Jaq: Lucify. That's him. Meany, sneaky. Jump at you. Bite at you.
Friend Owl: You know, just the other day, I was talking to myself about you, and we were wondering what had become of you.
Grumpy: Angel, ha! She's a female! And all females is poison! They're full of wicked wiles.
Bashful: What are wicked wiles?
Grumpy: I don't know, but I'm agin' 'em.
Big Mama: Oh boy, these old wings ain't what they used to be. Big Mama, you better lose a few pounds.
Hercules: Aren't you...a damsel in distress?
Meg: I'm a damsel. I'm in distress. I can handle this. Have a nice day.
Flora: Now Sword of Truth, fly swift and sure, that evil die and good endure.
Buck: Say, girls... got milk?
Mowgli: Oh, Baloo, I wanna stay with you.
Baloo: Certainly, you do.
Bagheera: Oh? And just how do you think he will survive?
Baloo: "How do you think he will... " What do you mean how do you think he... He's with me, ain't he? And I'll learn him all I know.
Bagheera: Oh? That shouldn't take too long.
Miss Bianca: Come on, darling. Let's get a move out.