Teresa: Oh! Auntie Shrew.
Cynthia: Oh, Auntie.
Martin: Oh, no.
Dar: I'm Dar.
[Jen and Kira are riding Landstriders.]
Jen: The prophecy never said anything about this.
Kira: Prophets don't know everything.
Elliot: Okay, he's a man from outer space, and we're taking him to his spaceship.
Greg: Well, can't he just beam up?
Elliot: This is reality, Greg.
Subotai: Food. Food. I have not eaten for days.
Conan: And who says you will?
Wilma Northrup: Now get out of my way, Henry, or I swear to God you'll be wearing your balls for earrings.
Paul Gallier: Long ago, our ancestors sacrificed their children to the leopards. The souls of the children grew inside the leopards, until the leopards became human. We were gods then.
Paul Gallier: We are a incestuous race. We can only make love with our own, otherwise we transform. And before we can become human again, we must kill.
Paul Gallier: Welcome home.
Older James: I remember that winter because it had brought the heaviest snows I had ever seen. Snow had fallen steadily all night long and in the morning I woke in a room filled with light and silence, the world seemed to be held in a dream-like stillness. It was a magical day. And it was on that day I made the snowman.