
Buzz Lightyear: Quiet, musical hog!

Anabel Banks: Everything is possible.
Mary Poppins: Even the impossible.

Thomas J. Sennett: Vada?
Vada Sultenfuss: Yeah?
Thomas J. Sennett: Would you think of me?
Vada Sultenfuss: For what?
Thomas J. Sennett: Well, if you don't get to marry Mr. Bixler.
Vada Sultenfuss: I guess.

Susan Heffley: Greg Heflley! You're grounded for life.

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.

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.

Sylvia: Edward is a wonderful person, but something keeps me from saying yes.
Vera Bennington: Would that something happen to be a tall architecht?

Scrooge: What's she cooking, a canary? Surely they have more food than that. Look on the fire.
Ghost of Christmas Present: Huh, where? Oh, that's your laundry.

Sport: You can't be my friend if you're not my friend.

Tom Baker: You soaked his underwear in meat? That is so wrong. Funny, but wrong.

Iridessa: Be careful, Rosetta, she may faint! Elevate her legs! No, wait! I mean the head! Wait, okay, if she's red, raise the head, if she's pale, raise the tail. Does she look pale or red?
Rosetta: ...She looks squished.

Gloria: Found any water yet?
Moto Moto: No, just more diamonds and gold.