Thomas O'Malley: Aloha, auf Wiedersehen, bon soir, sayonara, and all those good bye things, baby.
Buck Cluck: You gotta be ready to listen to your children, even if they have nothing to say.
Singer: Great Spirits of all who lived before/ Take our hands and lead us/ Fill our hearts and souls with all you know/ Show us that in your eyes/ we are all the same/ Brothers to each other/ In this world we remain/ truly brothers all the same.
Mrs. Packard: Attention: tonight's supper will be baked beans; musical program to follow... Who wrote this?
Nick Wilde: It's called a hustle, sweetheart.
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.
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.
Pocahontas: It would've been better if we'd never met. None of this would have happened.
John Smith: Pocahontas, look at me. I would rather die tomorrow than live a hundred years without knowing you.
Fidget: I'm going! I'm going! I'm going.
Bruton: Why is he doing this? Pushing them on with false hope?
Plio: It's hope that's gotten us this far.
Bruton: But why doesn't he let them accept their fate? I've accepted mine.
Plio: And what is your fate?
Bruton: To die here. It's the way things are.
Plio: Only if you give up, Bruton. It's your choice, not your fate.
Rufus: Faith is a bluebird, we see from far. It's for real and as sure as the first evening star, you can't touch it, or buy it, or wrap it up tight, but it's there just the same, making things turn out right.
Penny: Can't touch it, or buy it, or wrap it up tight, but it's there just the same, making things turn out right. But whoever adopts me has to adopt Teddy, too.
Rufus: Oh, they'll love him! He doesn't eat much, does he?
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.