Chance: Jamie? Is that you? Wait, what am I talking about? Of course, it's you! It's really you! I found you! I found my boy! I found my Jamie! Oh, I'm so happy! Oh, I could just lick you for days! Give me a hug.
Frollo: Captain Phoebus, arrest her.
Xander Drax: Quill, would you please show Mr. Walker up to the observation deck and make him talk?
Sala: I claim the body when you're done.
Stanley Stupid: Be on the look out for anything suspicious.
Buster Stupid: Dad, they're putting make-up on men in there.
Stanley Stupid: Bull's eye.
Perry: Mr. Koontz, I don't think you understand me. Let me clear: I'm accustomed to getting what I want. I want that bear.
Michael: I like it here, it's quiet. Nobody ever bothers a librarian.
Indiana Jones: A ladder is made of wood, right?
Prof. Henry Jones, Sr.: Yes.
Indiana Jones: This cage is made out of wood.
Prof. Henry Jones, Sr.: So?
Indiana Jones: Ergo, our cage is a ladder.
Prof. Henry Jones, Sr.: That's not what I call Aristotlian logic.
Indiana Jones: We need a ladder, father. Let's turn our cage into a ladder.
Uncle Porter: You're going to have to use your brain which is going to hurt because it's the weakest muscle in your body.
Riggi: Hey, clown boy! Get off my street.
Christopher Dubois: Wait a minute.
Riggi: Hey, Dubois, what are you sick in the head or something? Please, grow up, go get yourself some new and nice clothes and come to work for me.
Christopher Dubois: I don't work for nobody.
Riggi: It's too bad, Dubois, it's too bad, you're a wasted talent, but nuts case, you know that. Suit yourself.
Utopia: He did it. He shut down the Earth!
Amy Alden: Why did he bring that ranger guy here to chop their wings OFF?
Susan Barnes: Your father didn't know, nobody knew he was going to do that.
Amy Alden: Yes he did and he's coming back.
Susan Barnes: No.
Amy Alden: Yes he is! He said he was.
Susan Barnes: Amy, listen to me.
Amy Alden: No.
Russell Kramer: Well, as usual, the Republican comes up with a plan while the Democrat just aimlessly wanders in the woods.
Sasha: Fine! Don't listen to me. Listen to your guardian angel.
Charlie: David, Cannery Square sounds like a great plan to me.
Future Man: I don't suppose either one of you know why Bob's car is here?
Anthony: Uh... yeah, he's here.
Cruella De Vil: I live for fur, I worship fur. After all, is there a woman in all this wretched world who doesn't?
St John Weasel: You've only got one shot. Give me the gun... and we'll all be friends.
Mole: Friends? Thought you said there was no such thing.
St John Weasel: Oh come on! That was just the intro to a song.
Alain Moreau: This is not your lucky day. Tell your boss to leave me the fuck alone.