Olaf: I can't feel my legs! I can't feel my legs!
Kristoff: Those are my legs.
Velma: Trouble sleeping?
Daphne: Ah, yeah.
Velma: Are you okay? What's wrong?
Daphne: I'm fine.
Velma: You're obviously not fine, Daphne. Why don't you tell me about it?
Daphne: I'm in love with Fred. There, I said it!
[Velma rolls her eyes.]
Velma: Really? Wow, I never would have... Gosh, that's a shocker.
P.L. Travers: I will not have her called Cynthia, absolutely not. It feels unlucky. It should be something warm, a bit sexy. How about Mavis?
Earl Devereaux: I'm not a barista! I'm a police-sta!
Gary Supernova: Nothing says 'peace' like a giant gun, huh?
Marshal Mallow: I'm mallow... Not Shallow.
Papa: It doesn't matter where you came from. What matters is who you choose to be.
Mike Wazowski: You don't think I'm scary.
Sulley: You're not even in the same league with me.
Grover: Go Percy! I have 50 drachma on you.
Annabeth: You bet on this?
Grover: What, is that wrong?
Dusty Crophopper: I've flown thousands and thousands of miles, and have never gone anywhere.
Patchi: That's right, Tiny Arms.
Alex: Seriously, what's up with those little, baby hands? I mean, look at him he's so cute! I'm sorry, seriously, I mean, what's up with that?
Faleaka: Allie, you may have been an accident to your mother, but you were no accident to God.
Charity: Never underestimate the power of buried treasure, my friend.