Madagascar: Escape 2 Africa (2008) - Quotes

Melman: OK. OK, OK, OK. OK, here we go. OK, OK. Here we go! Here we go!

Joe: What's all the hoopla about?

Stephen: Joe?

Murray: Joe the Witch Doctor? We thought you were dead!

Joe: So did I. Then I realized I'm covered in brown spots.

Stephen: [suddenly realizing the truth] So, Melman's not dying! Melman's not dying!

Murray: Oh, no!

Gloria: Excuse me! Melman!! Move! Don't do this! Julien, stop this! This is crazy!

King Julien: Oh, suddenly throwing a giraffe into a volcano to make water is crazy!

Gloria: Yes! Please, Melman! STOOOP!!!!

Melman: Gloria?

Gloria: You can't do this!

Melman: Why not?

Gloria: Because...Oh!

Gloria: You can't do this, Melman.

Melman: First of all, that hurts. Second of all, I've only got 18 hours to live, anyway.

Gloria: Melman, I gotta know...did you really mean those things you said about me?

Melman: Of course I did.

Gloria: That's crazy.

Melman: It is?

Gloria: It's crazy to think I had to go halfway around the world... to find out that the perfect guy for me lived right next door.

Melman: Then I guess it's you and me, neighbor. You and me for the next 18 hours.

Gloria: I'll take whatever you got.

Julien: Maurice, what just happened?!

Maurice: I believe the fat lady has sung.

Marty: Hey! What's going on here?

Gloria: Marty!

Marty: Hey. Hey. Listen up. Alex is in big trouble! We got to get upriver fast!

Melman: What about the plane?

Marty: Perfect! Come on!

Marty: Is this place starting to freak you out?

Alex: We'll slip in, find the problem. Hunters will never know we were here.

Marty: Why are we doing this?

Alex: Look. Marty, maybe my dad will think I'm... I just want to show him I'm a real lion.

Marty: As opposed to a chocolate lion.

Alex: Shh. I know this may sound hard to believe; but apparently, lions don't dance.

Marty: [shocked] WHAT?!?

Alex: SHH!! As far as my dad is concerned.

Marty: As far as people are concerned, you're a huge hit.

Alex: That was New York. This is Africa. It’s a much tougher crowd. Marty! Marty, this is it! This is the clog! Come on.

Marty: Well, there's the water.

Alex: Marty, stay down. Look at that.

Nana: Knit one, purl two.

Alex: It's her.

Man: Is this right?

Nana: Very good.

Man: Nana, slow down.

Nana: You're a little tangled, aren't you? No, don't pull. I'll do it.

Alex: We need dynamite. Got any dynamite?

Marty: [loudly] Oh, snap! I just used my last stick this morning!

Marty: Savages!

Alex: Evasive maneuvers!

Marty: Serpentine, serpentine!

Alex: Squiggly squid maneuver!

Marty: Zag, zig-zag, zig ziggy zag!

Alex: No, no! Squiggly squid!

Marty: Etch A Sketch! Etch A Sketch! Etch A Sketch!

Alex: That's too complex! Octopus, octopus!

Marty: Alex!

Alex: Run, Marty!

Marty: Come on, I can't leave you here!

Alex: Go get help! Squiggly squid maneuver! Go! Go! Squiggly squid!

Marty: ETCH A SKETCH!!! ETCH A SKETCH!!!

Florrie: You going to mope around like this all day?

Zuba: Hmph.

Florrie: Don't "hmph" me. Listen, Zuba. A miracle happened. Our son has come back to us. How come that is not good enough for you?

Zuba: What are you saying, woman?

Florrie: We lost him once, Zuba. Let's not lose him again.

Makunga: Zuba! Zuba!

Zuba: Get out of here!

Florrie: What do you want, Makunga?

Makunga: It's awful. The watering hole is dried up.

Zuba: [growls] DRIED UP?! That's impossible!!

Makunga: There's nothing left!

Zuba: Well! You're alpha lion, Makunga. What are you gonna do about it?

Makunga: Your son, Alakay, he said he could fix it. He's gone upriver.

Zuba: Off The Reserve?!

Florrie: No!

Makunga: I tried to stop him! I told him it was suicide, but he was determined to prove himself to you!

Zuba: You stay here, in case he comes back!

Makunga: [coughs] Hurry, Zuba! I'm so parched.

Gloria: Any water?!

Moto Moto: No, just more diamonds and gold.

Gloria: Okay. Don't give up hope.

King Julien: Listen up! I will help you! There's only one way to get your precious water. I, your beloved King Julien must simply make a small sacrifice to my good friends, the water gods, in the volcano!

Rhino: What does that do?

King Julien: What does that do? Excellent question. My sacrifice goes in the volcano. The friendly gods eat up my sacrifice. "Very nice. Thank you for the sacrifice." "Here, have another sacrifice." "No, I've had enough." " Listen I'm gonna insulted unless you have another." "I don't want another sacrifice okay?!" "Look at you! You look skinny!" "No! I've had enough! Is that clear?!" The gods eat the sacrifice. They are grateful. They give me some water, and then I give it to you.

Gloria: What?

Female Okapi: Does it work?

King Julien: No! I mean, yes. Well, Maurice?

Maurice: Ah, it's fifty-fifty.

All: We'll do it!

King Julien: Excellent! Now, all I need is someone who would like to go into the volcano and get eaten by gods. Any hands! Hands, anybody! Okay, I need someone, perhaps who has never found love, who could look death straight in the eyeball. A real, genuine hero.

Melman: I'll do it.

Gloria: Melman?

King Julien: Hurry up! Before we all come to our senses!

Gloria: Melman, what is wrong with you?

Melman: I'm dying anyway. If there's a chance it'll get you water, it'll be worth it.

Gloria: Are you nuts?

Melman: Gloria, I just want you to know, back at the zoo, it was never the doctors or prescriptions that kept me going. It was always you. Seeing you every day, that's what kept me going.

Gloria: Melman! Wait!

Alex: Marty? Hey! Marty! Marty? Marty.

Zebra: Where'd you get the fruity hat?

Alex: Excuse me! Excuse me! Hi. Is Marty in there?

Zebras: Marty? Anyone seen Marty? Which one of us is Marty?

Alex: All right. Well, if you see him, tell him his friend Alex came to say goodbye.

Zebra: Goodbye? Don't go. Where are you going Can we come?

Alex: No. This is something I have to do this alone.

Zebras: You can't leave the reserve! What are you doing? They'll get your hat. Hunters are everywhere! Could you leave the hat?

Alex: Marty, Look! I know you're in there. Before I go, I got something I want to say. You've been a great friend. You've helped me so often to see the bright side of my problems that I never think of you is having any. I wasn't there for you when you needed me. Just like back at the zoo. What kind of friend does that make me? A pretty lousy friend, I guess. Well I just want you to know that I... You're one in a million.

Zebra: This is touching.

Zebra: It is touching.

Alex: So could you turn around so I can tell you to your face? That's right. Gotcha! I see you in there! Yeah, you. You, right there. Twelfth row, two hundred and third from the left. That's you, Marty. I know it's you. Know what makes you special? These guys are white with black stripes. You're black with white stripes. You're a dreamer, Marty. Always have been. You have great taste in music and horrible taste in friends. Well, not Melman and Gloria, but me.

Marty: OK, I'm in.

Alex: No, Marty. You can't come with me.

Marty: I don't believe you have a choice.

Zebras: People are out there! You're crazy! Come back! The people will get you! Don't lose the hat! Bye, hat!

Alex: Surprised to see me, Makunga? Well, I'm here to set things straight, like a real lion! Is this real enough for you? How about this? This is for setting me up! This is for stealing my dad's job! This is for humiliating my family! AND MAKING ME LOOK LIKE A FOOL!

Alex: Had enough? Sure, fly away! Coward.

Stephen: The water, it's gone.

Murray: Oh, no.

Hippo: The watering hole has never gone dried before!

Murray: We're gonna need a lot more dying holes.

Bobby: How could this happen?

Makunga: [enters] Out of my way! WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?!?!?!

Bobby: The watering hole's dried up! There's barely enough water for one of us!

Makunga: Yes. Good observation, Shirley.

Bobby: I'm Bobby.

Murray: Makunga, what do we do?

Makunga: QUIET!!! Listen up! I'm afraid there is only one solution to this horrible crisis: We'll all have to fight for it.

Hippo: Fight for it? We can't fight for it.

Cape Buffalo: This is crazy.

Bobby: That's not fair. You'd win!

Makunga: Exactly, Shirley.

Bobby: [Makunga kicks him away] I'm Bob--

Makunga: Sorry, folks, but life isn't fair. I'm in charge now, thanks to Alakay, the dancing lion.

Timo: Please, Makunga. This is the only water on the reserve.

Makunga: If you're thirsty, you'll have to look for water off the reserve.

Alex: I left the reserve! And survived. I can do something about this. Looks like a clogged pipe. Like we get in New York all the time. I'll just travel upriver...

Makunga: [laughing] You?

Alex: Yeah! Me! I'll unclog the pipe and bring back your water.

Makunga: [laughing] Great! I'd help you pack; but the looks of that hat, I see you're all set!

Alex: [turns to leave] Yeah. Fine. Go ahead. Laugh! Laugh your mane off! I'm gonna prove you wrong.

Makunga: [watches Alex leave; scatting and laughing] Maybe you should try a little rain dance.

Stephen: Zuba would know what to do.

Murray: Where's Zuba?!

Elephant: You don't care about us!

Hippo: Zuba should be in charge, not you!

Makunga: [growling] ALL RIGHT!! FINE! As an added measure, I will consult with Zuba!

Moto Moto: [singing] She loves me She loves my eyes, She loves me She loves my thighs, She loves my roundness, She love that I'm chunky She love that I'm plumpy, She love my heftiness She love my zestiness She love me restlessly She love me forever She love me... ..'cause she love me

Gloria: Moto Moto...before things get too serious, well, I was wondering, if I were to, for example, stay here... l'd like to ask you...

Moto Moto: Let your candied lips be the messengers to my... ear canal.

Gloria: Well I don't know. I have so many questions.

Moto Moto: Well I promise the answer will always be yes. Unless no is required.

Gloria: Okay. So what is it about me that you find so interesting?

Moto Moto: You're the most plumpenest girl I've ever met.

Gloria: OK. Other than that.

Moto Moto: Let's see. Yeah, well, you know... you chunky.

Gloria: Right.

Moto Moto: My gosh, girl, you huge.

Gloria: You said that.

Moto Moto: Yeah, that's right. We don't have to talk no more.

Melman: Gloria! Gloria.

Gloria: Melman. Melman, I want you to meet Moto Moto.

Melman: Moto Moto. Yeah, nice to meet you. Well I guess I...

Gloria: It's OK, Melman. Apology accepted.

Melman: Oh. Yeah, right, that. That's why I... Good. OK. Well, that's it, then.

Moto Moto: You're good. We're kind of busy here, man.

Melman: [pulls Moto Moto from Gloria] No. No, that's not it. Listen, Mototo, you better treat this lady like a queen. Because you, my friend, you found yourself the perfect woman. If I was ever so lucky to find the perfect woman, I'd would give her flowers every day. And not just any flowers. OK? Her favorites are orchids. White. And breakfast in bed. Six loaves of wheat toast, butter on both sides. No crust, the way she likes it. I'd be her shoulder to cry on and her best friend. I'd spend every day thinking of how to make her laugh. She has the most amazing laugh. That's what I would do if I were you. But I'm not, so you do it.

Moto Moto: OK. What?

Hippo: That was beautiful.

Moto Moto: Anyways, where were we?

Gloria: I'm "huge"?

Julien: Giddy-up, giddy-up! Look, Maurice! Here's the perfect spot for my summer palace! So please fill in all these holes and relocate the riff-raff. Oh. Who'd leave a perfectly good head?

Maurice: What a waste.

Melman: Tell me about it. I'm in my prime here. I'm terminal, you know? I probably only have another two days left to live.

Maurice: That's a bummer, man.

King Julien: If I, King Julien... that's my name....only had two days left to live, I would do all the things I've ever dreamed of doing.

Melman: Like what?

King Julien: [raspberries] I'd love to become a professional whistler. I'm pretty amazing at it now, but I want to get even better, make my living out of it. You know what else I would do? I would invade a neighboring country and impose my own ideology, even if they didn't want it!

Melman: Easy for you to say. You're a king.

King Julien: Yes. And you are only just a sad little head. There must be something you want to do before you die!

Melman: Well, there is this one thing.

Julien: What? Tell me.

Melman: No, I couldn't.

Julien: What is it?

Melman: You know, I never told Gloria how I feel about her.

Julien: What is it? Please tell me!

Melman: I never had the guts to tell Gloria how I feel about her. How I've always felt about her.

Julien: Fine. Don't tell me! Oh...Is it a woman? You didn't tell me it's a woman.

Maurice: What are you afraid of? You're a dead man anyway.

Melman: Yeah. Yeah. You're right.

Julien: Well, you've got to march right up to this woman. Look her right in the eye. Lean forward. Just a little, or almost all the way. Then you let her lean forward a little until you're....just lips distance away from each other. Then you tell her how much you hate her.

Melman: Actually, it's more like love her.

Julien: Oh, you sly dog! Woof, woof! You're a real player. Now listen to me. You got to rise up. You hearing me?

Maurice: He didn't hear you.

Julien: I can't hear you!

Melman: Yeah.

Julien: Good. You got to rise up!

Maurice: Rising up!

Julien: You're gonna get out of the hole!

Melman: I'm rising out of the ground!

Julien: He's rising, Maurice.

Melman: I'm rising, Maurice!

Maurice: Rising!

Julien: You go right up to this woman!

Maurice: Do you feel it?

Julien: Go up to her face!

Maurice: Tell the truth!

Melman: I'm going to tell her!

Julien: And then you say, "Baby, I dig you!" Yeah!

Melman: Yeah! I'm going to do it! I'm going to do it!

Julian: I love that happy little head.

Skipper: Looks impressive, Kowalski, but... will it fly?

Kowalski: Yes. If we fold it here, here and here.

Skipper: Nice.

Alex: Oh, man. My dad thinks I'm a total loser. I've ruined my parents lives.

Zebra: That is definitely not crack-a-lacking.

Alex: It is lackin in the crackin', my friend. I've gotta fix this.

Melman: So....there's... There's something I gotta tell you.

Gloria: Hey, guys. Is this place great or what?!

Alex: I'd go with "or what.

Gloria: [chuckles] Oh Well, I'll tell you what. You're not gonna believe it, but... Ha! I got a date with Moto Moto.

Melman: Who's Moto Moto?

Gloria: Oh, he's so big and handsome and big! You know what "Moto Moto" means?

Melman: Twins?

Zebra: It means, "Hot Hot.

Melman: Hot Hot"?

Gloria: OK. When did you start parlez-ing African?

Zebra: It's in my blood.

Melman: Don't worry, you can flirt around with Mr. Hot Pants after I'm gone.

Gloria: What's the deal Melman? Why am I the parade and you're the rain?

Melman: Why do you have to drive your parade under my rain?

Gloria: Maybe I'll just parade myself in another part of town!

Alex: Whoa, guys. Guys!

Melman: Fine by me by the way. Main Street's mine!

Gloria: Well, you can have your old stinking main street!

Melman: And you can take your hotee-tot float and your Mr. Hotee Moto Moto...

Zebra: What are we talking about?

Alex: Melman, why don't you just tell her?

Melman: You tell her?! What? Tell her? What are you talking... I don't know what you're talking about.

Gloria: So I guess I'll go, then.

Melman: You know what? Don't bother.

Gloria: Well, don't get up on my account.

Alex: Melman! Gloria!

Zebra: Hey! I-I thought you guys were friends!

Alex: Come on guys. Marty's absolutely right.

Zebra: Marty?

Marty: Marty?

Alex: Marty?

Marty: What the heck is going on?

Alex: You're not? Oh! He was... No! I thought he... You're not him. He's... Oh.

Marty: You thought that guy...was me?

Alex: No, no! No! I mean, yes! Yes, you do... Guys, come on.

Zebra: You thought I was him?

Alex: You guys kind of do look a little... You look a lot alike. Marty, you look a lot alike. Come on! You laugh alike. You talk alike. He has the same sort of speech pattern. I mean, it's a little weird, really. You guys are... I mean, come on. Marty.

Marty: So, you're saying there's nothing unique about me. I'm just like any other zebra.

Alex: No. Of course you're different!

Both: How?

Alex: Okay! OK, I can't tell you apart. Maybe you could wear a bell or something? I don't know.

Marty: A bell?

Alex: OK, not a bell. No, bell's a bad idea.

Marty: No, no, no! How about a T-shirt that says, "I'm with stupid?!

Zebra: I'm not stupid.

Marty: Not you, stupid! Him, stupid!

Alex: You know what? While you've been off doing the prancing pony with your new posse, I've been having pretty much the worst day of my life. Okay?

Marty: [sighs] It's always about you, isn't it?

Alex: [sees one of the two zebras leaving] My problems are just a little bit bigger than yours, Marty. Alright, I couldn't tell you apart. So what?! Yeah, fine. Run away, Marty! Run away! That's what you do best! Just like back in New York!

Marty: I'm right here. But you can't tell that, right?

Marty: Your one-of-a-million friend hopes you enjoy your bigger-than-anyone-else's problems alone!

Alex: Good! Leave! I don't need you to help solve my problems! You know what, you're a dime a dozen, I can't tell which one's Marty! Oh, which one's Marty? Wait a minute, wait a minute, oh, yeah! I don't care!

Zebra: Nice hat, you showoff!

Alex: Marty.....don't go.

Marty: Ta-da!

Zebras: He has talent! Stupendous and tremendous! Hollah!

Marty: Bet you've never seen that one before! Knocked em dead in New York!

Zebra: Hey, let's all give it a try!

Zebras: Let's do it!

Marty: Well, you can try all you want to, but it's gonna takes years of practice. And you'll never gonna quite get a tight stream until you build up your lip muscles to the point where you can purse your lips like this. You got it?

Zebras: Ta-da!

Marty: How did you...? You guys got it right out of the box!

Zebra: If you can do it, we can do it.

Zebra #2: It's in our blood!

Marty: I always thought I was a bit unique.

Zebras: We are unique!

Zebra: Hey! We are like a force of nature!

Zebra #2: A million points of light!

Zebra #3: And dark stripes!

Zebras: Exactly the same!

Marty: Exactly the same.

Melman: Saw. Suture. Swab. You're in my light, Stephen.

Stephen: Ooh! Say, you've got a brown spot there on your shoulder.

Melman: Yes, that's very observant, Stephen. As you can see, I'm covered in brown spots. OK! That bone will be good as new in a few weeks.

Timo: So I don't have to pick out a dying hole?

Melman: No, Timo, you got your whole life ahead of you.

Timo: Really?

Melman: Go out there and grab it by the horns!

Timo: Thank you, Dr. Mankiewicz!

Melman: Break a leg! Sweet kid.

Stephen: [clears throat] Um... This spot looks like Witch Doctor's Disease.

Melman: [so] Witch Doctor's Disease? That's the most ridiculous disease I've ever heard of Stephen. Whoa!

Elephant: Don't ask.

Melman: [chuckles] Someone's been knotty. Okay. This won't hurt a bit.

Murray: Joe, our last witch doctor. He had a spot just like that.

Melman: Mmm-hmm. And?

Murray: Monday, Joe. Wednesday, no Joe.

Melman: Wednesday, no Joe?

Elephant: Oh, I can breathe! Thanks, doc!

Melman: So, this Witch Doctor's Disease is a real thing?

Stephen: You'll find a cure. Hey! You've got at least 48 hours!

Melman: But I've never even heard of it. I mean... I don't have any penicillin. I'm gonna need a CAT scan just to get started!

Stephen: We'll have a lion look you over. They'd be happy to.

Zuba: [shooing the antelope; to Alex] Come on! Shoo, shoo! Get out of here! You should have told us, son. You should have told us that you weren't a real king!

Alex: You never told me I'd have to fight anybody!

Zuba: What did you expect, son?!

Alex: I don't know! Maybe a little fatherly advice like, "Hey, son, it's a fight!

Zuba: You're a lion aren't you?

Alex: But I never fought another lion!

Zuba: No, I guess not. You dance!

Alex: And other stuff! The point is your pal, Makunga, set me up back there! I mean, none of this would have happened...

Zuba: If you were a real lion.

Florrie: [scolding Zuba] ZUBA!!

Zuba: Yeah, I said it!

Alex: [Leaves his parents behind] A real lion. Thanks. Thanks a lot.

Alex: Alright so, little cub scouts, just remember great dance performance comes from the heart. Comes straight from the heart, you'll never go wrong.

Cub: Sure, mister.

Makunga: Hey, Alakay, I just happened to walk by, I thought I'd wish you luck you're not nervous, are you?

Alex: Nah, it's my thing. You know It's kinda what I do.

Makunga: In my opinion, the key to this whole thing is choosing the right competitor.

Alex: Oh. You mean, this is like a dance battle sort of thing? Like a dance-off?

Makunga: Uh... Sure.

Alex: Great. I love that. Freestyle. Put your moves off. Who'd be a good match for me? You know just to keep things interesting.

Makunga: Well, I wish I could help, but that's strictly against our ancient tradition and all that we all we hold sacred. But if it was me out there... I'd choose Teetsi.

Alex: Teetsi. OK. Sounds interesting. Makunga, right? Thank you.

Makunga: Anything for Zuba's boy. Go get em, tiger.

Alex: Shake it out. A five, six, seven, eight. Let's go, let's do this.

Zuba: Let us begin the rite of passage ceremony.

Florrie: Come on, baby! Make Mama proud!

Zuba: Woman, I'm trying to take...

Alex: On it, Mom!

Zuba: So who will be the first participant?

Alex: Me! Oh! Me, me, me! Me! Me! Me! Me, me! Please, me?

Zuba: How about you? The tall, handsome one. Yeah. Choose your opponent.

Alex: Let me see. Hmm. Ah! I guess I'll pick...

Alex: Teetsi?

Florrie: [shocked] Teetsi? Why did he pick Teetsi?

Zuba: Oh, that's my boy! He's got some gumption there! Somebody, wake him up! Wake him up.

Alex: All right, so, Teetsi, come on. Let's do this, huh? Come on, little tsetse fly. Let's see your stuff. Bring it.

Teetsi: Let's dance!

Alex: OK. But let me warn you that I am a protégé of....Fosse and Robbins!

Teetsi: Not "dance" dance! Fight!

Alex: Dance fight! You got it.

Florrie: Is he dancing?

Zuba: What is he doing?

Florrie: I know that boy is not dancing.

Makunga: [trying to hold his laugh] This is even better than I thought.

Zuba: Alakay, turn around!

Alex: No, Pop, it's hop, shuffle, ball change, hip swish, turn around.

Zuba: Oh, no.

Florrie: Alakay! Are you hurt?

Alex: Oh. Yeah, I am. Did I, uh... did I win?

Zuba: Oh no, son. How could, I mean... How could this happen? You told us you were a king. And a king does not get beat.

Alex: Well, I am a king. I'm a... I'm the King of New York. It's... It's my stage name. I'm like, uh... you know, it's uh... for when I perform.

Zuba: Perform?

Makunga: [showing no regrets for his own actions; inhales sharply] Oh, no, this is horrible! Alakay has failed the test! Who would have ever imagined that today Zuba would have to banish... his own son?

Florrie: Zuba, no.

Makunga: Zuba, yes. Sadly, the Alpha Lion must cast out all failures.

Zuba: [looks to his son and thinks about the consequences of banishing his son and decides to resign his title; throws the staff] Then I'm no longer the Alpha lion.

Alex: Dad, what are you doing? Dad, no! You can't do this.

Makunga: Who could possibly take Zuba's place? Anyone? Someone? No one?

Random Lion: Hey!

Makunga: [Accidentally hits another lion] You, sir! I guess not. Well, I... This is all very awkward, but I suppose I could carry this tremendous burden.

Zuba: Hmph.

Makunga: Teetsi! Get the hat.

Makunga: As your new leader, I hereby banish Alakay! He shall wear this hat of shame, and leave the watering hole for a thousand years, or life! Whichever comes last.

Kowalski: Skipper, we have all the parts we need. But, we're slightly behind schedule.

Skipper: How slightly?

Kowalski: Six to nine years.

Skipper: Sixty-nine years?

Kowalski: No, six to nine years.

Skipper: [on the intercom] Private, what happened to our thumbs?

Private: [drops his screwdriver; the car's hood closes on him] Haven't seen them since yesterday, sir. Darn you, Darwin!

Skipper: [the inside of the front of the car explodes; Rico welds a car in half] Nobody goes AWOL on my watch. Private! You're coming with me! Rico! You're coming with me! We'll track them down and bring them in for court martial.

Mason: [camera pans to a whole lot of chimpanzees] That won't be necessary, we've recruited a few extra thumbs for you, Skipper.

Skipper: Well I'll be a monkey's uncle.

Mason: [chimpanzees screeching] Oh, I doubt that.

Skipper: [on the intercom; Mason tries to say something] Enough lollygagging. Now let's get to work. We'll divide into three groups. Group Alpha, you're in charge of sheet metal fabrication. Group Bronson, you'll handle assembly. Group George Peppard, you'll handle craft services. Any questions? Good, now let's get to work.

Cameraman: No sign of civilization. Everybody appears very tired. I think we're lost. Hey Nana, do you know where you're going?

Nana: No, but I'm going with a skip in my step and a smile on my face.

Cameraman: Sure, right, OK. Yeah, all right.

Man: Oh, It's people.

Man: Where did you come from?

Woman: How did you get out here?

Man #2: How did you get here?

Cameraman: Can you help us? We're lost.

Man: We're lost too.

Woman: It was awful. A flash of black and white and they were gone. They took the jeep!

Man: That happened to our jeep too!

Man #3: What do we do?

Man #4: How will we all survive?

Cameraman: We got nothing. No food, no water, no shelter. What are we gonna do?!

Nana: [whistles] You can let nature get the best of you, or you can get the best of nature. Gather round, children. We're New Yorkers, right?

All: Yeah.

Nana: We survive the concrete jungle! When we need food, we hunt for a decent hot dog stand. Am I right?

Man: She's right.

Nana: When we need shelter, we build skyscrapers.

Man: Exactly!

Nana: When we need water, we build a dam.

Man: Come on, We're New Yorkers, for crying out loud!

Nana: If we can make it there, we can make it anywhere!

Mort: [he starts to sing before he gets attack by a shark and runs off] I'm coming, King Julien! Bad fishy! Bad fishy! No, shark, no! Sit! Why am I laughing?

Florrie: Easy now.

Zuba: Watch your step. And right here... OK, are you ready? This is where you always slept.

Alex: Oh, man! Wow. Was this mine?

Zuba: Look at you. Look at him.

Alex: Oh, this thing. Look, look! I remember this!

Zuba: He remembers.

Alex: A little harder than...

Zuba: You never slept on the right end. You always slept on the bottom end.

Alex: Is that? Is that my? Is that me?

Florrie: You had the cutest little paws.

Zuba: Little, little bitty ol paws.

Florrie: You did that the day we lost you.

Alex: Wow. I was so young. What happened to me?

Zuba: It was all my fault. I turned my back a minute and...

Florrie: It was not your fault. Your father did everything he could. He tracked those hunters for weeks. Far off the reserve.

Zuba: Finally, I had to assume the hunters....well...

Florrie: We thought they'd killed you.

Zuba: But my son fought them off! Don't mess with the King of New York!

Alex: That's right!

Zuba: Keep your chin in.

Florrie: Alright. You boys be careful! Now watch out before you break something. You used to call this "foofie.

Alex: Foofie"? Foofie.

Zuba: He doesn't want that.

Alex: This is my foofie!

Florrie: Zuba, you better give him his foofie.

Alex: I mean, no, thank you, thank you. It's perfect.

Zuba: Son, you get your rest. You have a big day tomorrow. You'll gonna need all your strength.

Alex: I will bring the house down for you, Dad.

Florrie: I hope so. Otherwise, your father will have to banish you.

Alex: Jeez, Mom, really?

Zuba: I know you'll do us proud. You know why? You were born with it. Good night, Alakay. My boy. My own boy. My son's a king. My son's a king.

Alex: Good night, Mom.

Florrie: Good night, Alakay.

Alex: Foofie. Look at foofie! My foofie! Foofie, foofie, foofie. My foofie!

Skipper: Operation Tourist Trap is a go.

Private: Oh, I like that one. That’s a good one.

Kowalski: It works on many levels, sir.

Skipper: You guys are a bunch of suck-ups.

Kowalski: That, too, sir.

Private: Absolutely.

Rico: Hai.

Skipper: Stations. Stage one. Go!

Tour Guide: Oh, no! What have I done?

Skipper: Come on, take the bait.

Tour Guide: Is it dead?

Skipper: Stage two! Go, go, go!

Tour Guide: I will give him the kiss of life.

Skipper: [Rico tries to start the jeep; The tour guide kisses Private, who inflates and flies into the tour jeep and slams the trunk shut, getting in.] Rico! Rico! Reverse! Gas! Music!

Tour Guide: No! Stop! Stop! Stop! Come back!

Nana: [offscreen] What is all this rock'n'roll racket?!

Private: Is she dead?

Skipper: [angrily] No!

Nana: [gets up and straightens her head, calls out; She picks up her glasses] You hoodlums!

Tour Guide: Good heavens! Are you OK?

Man #2: [gives the purse to Nana] Lady, I found your pocketbook.

Nana: My handbag. Such a good boy. Nana can't survive without it.

Cameraman: Wow. You are one tough cookie.

Nana: Brownies Troop 416, Yonkers.

Tour Guide: OK, nobody panic! The best thing we can do is stay together. We'll wait for another tour jeep. It may take hours, it's getting dark but...

Cameraman: Where are you going?

Nana: I'm not staying here to be attacked by more animals. I'm too old to die.

Cameraman: I don't know about you guys but I'm going with her. Old lady, wait up!

Tour Guide: Please! We need to stay.....together. Fine! We'll go that way!

Nana: Does anyone want a hard candy?

All: Ooh!

Alex: How! How! Me Alex! Me and me friends fly, fly in great metal bird. Then plummet! Smash ground! Go boom! Then here we emerge. We offer only happiness and good greetings.

Hippo: Is he mentioning about a plane crash?

Alex: Yeah. We just... yeah. I thought... Sorry.

Stephen: You mean you came from off the reserve?

Alex: Yeah, way off. From the Central Park Zoo, actually.

Florrie: Don't strain yourself.

Zuba: What's going on here? What's all this hubbub?

Elephant: They say they're from off the reserve.

Zuba: That's impossible. Only people come from off the reserve.

Alex: You look familiar. Do I know you?

Zuba: How could you possibly survive the hunters?

Gloria: Hunters? We didn't see any hunters.

Zuba: What are you looking at?!

Alex: Me? Nothing.

Zuba: This watering hole doesn't need any more mouths to feed. So skedaddle back to wherever you came from.

Alex: Okay. Well, Is there a manager we could talk to?

Zuba: Oh, I see. You're here to challenge me!

Alex: What? No! No.

Zuba: Well, that's what it looks like to me!

Florrie: Zuba! Wait.

Zuba: I'm trying to take care of business...

Florrie: Yeah, yeah, Zuba. Hold on. Alakay? Is that you?

Alex: No, it's Alex. lx. Like New York Knicks.

Florrie: [Noticing the mark on Alex's paw] Zuba, look!

Alex: Oh. I've always had that. The vet checked it out. It's kind of a beauty spot, really.

Zuba: A mark.

Alex: All right, this is a little weird.

Zuba: Honey, he's come home.

Alex: What?

Zuba: You've come home.

Alex: [realizes that he still has his mark since he was a cub] Whoa!

Zuba: [realizing his son is still alive] Son.

Alex: Dad. Mom and Dad? Mom and Dad! Mom and Dad! It's my mom and dad! I got a mom and dad!

Florrie: Our baby's alive!

Marty: [mistakes Alex's father on being his father too] Dad!

Zuba: My son! My son is home!

Florrie: Alakay! Alakay has come home!

Makunga: Whoo!! Whoo! Alakay! Yeah! The prodigal son returns. This is perfect!

Teetsi: [yawns] I thought you hated Zuba.

Makunga: No, I do. I do. I do. I hate him. Oh, I do. And I'm going to use Alakay, yes. I'm going to use him to get rid of Zuba once and for all!

King Julien: Giddy-up, feathered horse! Make way!

Maurice: Make way! Move out of the way! Stand aside!

King Julien: [Not realizing they are in Africa] New York! Hmm... It's a bit of a dump. Are you sure we're not in New Jersey? Hello, New Yorkers! Your new king is here!

Zuba: This calls for a celebration!

King Julien: Maurice, I think they like me.

Maurice: You've got to love a non-hostile takeover!

Animals: Ooh! Ahh!! Chukka-chukka ahh!!

Julien: Chukka-chukka what?!?!

Animals: Chukka-chukka ahh!!

Julien: Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha!! (laughing)

Marty: Excuse me. I'm Marty. I'm kind of new around here.

Zebras: Hey, Marty!

Marty: You're a good-looking group! You like to run?

Zebras: Yeah. Running is crack-a-lackin'.

Marty: That's right! Crack-a-lackin'. You guys speak my crack-a-lackin language.

Melman: What? You don't have doctors here?

Stephen: Not anymore.

Melman: Well, what if you catch a cold?

Murray: We go over to the dying holes and we die.

Melman: Okay. You guys really need a doctor.

Stephen: Hey. We have an opening.

Murray: Would you be interested?

Melman: Me? A doctor?

Gloria: It's raining men. Hallelujah! You all got it going on.

Hippo: Why don't you have a man? You got worms?

Gloria: Oh, I got rid of those. Listen, girls. Manhattan is short on two things, parking and hippos.

Zuba: Hey, everybody! I just found out that my son here is a doggone king! The King of New York Show me some of your moves, son. Come on. Don't be bashful.

Alex: [confidently; does his zoo act] All right. This one always knocks em dead. Roar!

Zuba: Look out. The King is mad. The King is mad! Now let's welcome him back into the pride with open arms!

Zebras: Welcome to the herd, Marty!

Marty: Me? I've always wanted to be part of a herd!- It's one for all...

Zebras: And all for all, y'all!

Maurice: All right!

Melman: How do I look?

Stephen: Technically, a traditional witch doctor has a bone through his nose.

Melman: Huh?

Murray: Don't worry, it's just a clip-on.

Stephen: Voilà! He's a witch doctor!

Melman: My mother will be so happy.

Girl Hippo: Look out! I think Moto Moto likes you.

Girl Hippo #2: Here he comes.

Moto Moto: Goodness, girl, you huge.

Gloria: Who's your friend? Or is that your butt?

Moto Moto: Girl, you as quick as you are hefty.

Gloria: So you're Moto Moto?

Moto Moto: The name's so nice, you say it twice.

Gloria: I kind of like it, fatso.

Moto Moto: I'll see you around, girl. It won't be hard, because you so... plumpy.

Alex: Oof!

Makunga: [chuckles] Oops! Um... I hate to be a party pooper, Zuba, but some of the other lions were wondering when you plan to banish your son.

Zuba: What are you talking about Makunga?

Makunga: It's nothing, really. They're griping that Alakay never went through the rite of passage, blah, blah, blah, so technically speaking, he can't be a member of the pride. It's nonsense.

Zuba: I had forgot about the rite of passage.

Alex: What is it? What's this rite of passage?

Zuba: It's a traditional coming-of-age ceremony where young lions earn their manes by demonstrating their skills.

Alex: Sort of a show-of-skill talent show deal?

Zuba: Yeah. Strutting their stuff.

Alex: Great! A performance! I think that's up my alley, guys. If it's tradition, I want to do it. Strut my stuff. Earn my mane. I want to be Alakai.

Florrie: Alakay.

Alex: Alakay! Even better.

Zuba: We will hold the rite of passage in the morning!

Makunga: That's wonderful! Good luck, Alakay.

Alex: Where I'm from, we say, "Break a leg.

Zuba: That's my boy!

King Julien: [singing; passes out] Cause I'm a private dancer. A dancer for money. Any old music will do--

Gloria: Beautiful, isn't it?

Melman: Yeah.

Marty: It's amazing.

Alex: Guys, this is where we belong.

Melman: Oh my... Whoa.

Gloria: Am I trippin'?

Marty: Look at all the zebras, like me! Wait a minute, where are we?

Melman: San Diego. This time I'm 40% sure.

Alex: I know this place.

Marty: I think it's Africa.

Melman: Africa?

Marty: It's gotta be. Our ancestral crib! It's in our blood, I can feel it!

Alex: [[Deja Vu|deja vu] No, no. It's more than that. It's like, ], like I've...like I've been here before.

Marty: It's like Roots!

Alex: [dazed] No, no. It's like, deja vu, like I've... like I've been here before.

Gloria: How in the hello are they gonna fix this plane?!

Alex: You know, grit and spit and spit. A lot of spit and grit and stick-to-it-iveness.

Marty: That don't sound too promising.

Alex: You're right. We're stuck here.

Marty: Hey, guys, as long as we're together, we'll be OK.

Alex: Yeah. Yeah. But love ain't gonna get us home, guys.

Tour Guide: Behold! The lion!

Alex: Hey, it's People!

Tour Guide: There is much to see. Moving on.

Alex: Wait! People!

Gloria: Wait, wait, wait! People!

Marty: Stop! Wait! People! Hey!

Melman: They'll help us!

Alex: Hey! Wait up!

Marty: People! Stop!

Gloria: Help us!

Alex: Hey, wait! If you stop, I'll autograph those!

Nana: I know you!

Alex: You.

Nana: It's the bad kitty!

Alex: Give me that!

Alex: How do you like some of that?!

Nana: Ho, ho! Uno, dos, tres!!

Alex: Ah-ha ha!

Nana: Come in, Tokyo!

Alex: Yeow! Owww!!

Marty: Right in the batteries!

Nana: [Puts her chattering teeth in her mouth] You think an old lady can't take care of herself? Next time, I won't go so easy on you! Thank you, dear.

Tour Guide: Moving on!

Gloria: [Not realizing that the old lady was the one who harassed Alex at Grand Central Station] Are you out of your mind?! We need their help, and you're harassing little old ladies!?

Alex: Out of my mind? Who's out of my mind now?

Marty: See if you can get an operator.

Alex: No problem. Out of my mind. We're going home.

Phone voice: The service user has brought outside of the coverange area. Please try again later.

Gloria: [confused] Oh, we're here. What in the world? What happened to the plane? What did y'all do to the plane?

Melman: [muffled] Is this thing ever working?

Marty: I'm OK. I'm alive.

Melman: [muffled] Hey, guys?

Gloria: I can't even sleep for a minute. You know what? This is not JFK. I don't think.

Alex: Wow.

Skipper: [as Alex watches] Kowalski, casualty report.

Kowalski: Two passengers unaccounted for, Skipper.

Skipper: [All give a High-5!] That's a number I can live with. Good landing, boys! Who says a penguin can't fly?

Alex: [as he walks up close] Hey, happy slappers! Is there some reason to celebrate? Look at the plane!

Skipper: We'll fix it.

Alex: Fix it? How are you gonna fix this?

Skipper: Grit, spit and a whole lot of duct tape. We should be up and running in, say, six to nine months.

Alex: Sixty-nine months?!

Skipper: No, six TO nine months. Kowalski, I say we use this setback to our advantage.

Alex: Where'd you get that number?

Skipper: I want you to reconfigure the design.

Alex: How do you estimate that?

Skipper: You! Pretty boy! Why don't you and your friends dig a latrine? Maybe find water.

Alex: Hold on a second. Who made you king of the plane wreck?

Skipper: [Rico pulls out a pocket knife] Excuse me? Fine. You can be in charge. You fix the plane.

Alex: Who gives you the authority to put me in charge?

Skipper: OK, then I'll remain in charge.

Alex: Yeah. That's right. You will remain in charge.

Skipper: You and your hippie friends stay out of our hair.

Alex: Correcto-mundo. Because I decided to.

Skipper: Good for you.

Alex: [He leaves] Well, guess what? This discussion isn't over.

Skipper: [Mason and Phil are still playing chess after the plane had crashed in Africa] Higher mammals! You stay with us. We could use your front cortexes and opposable thumbs.

Mason: Phil! I should wash your hands out with soap.

Skipper: We'll go out for pineapple, my bobbly-headed boobily-boo.

Kowalski: Skipper, look.

Skipper: Analysis.

Kowalski: It looks like a small incandescent bulb, designed to indicate something out of the ordinary, like a malfunction.

Skipper: I find it pretty and somewhat hypnotic.

Kowalski: That too, sir.

Skipper: [catches the manual and promptly smashes the bulb with it] Right. Rico, manual! Problemo solved.

Kowalski: Sir, we may be out of fuel.

Skipper: What makes you think that?

Kowalski: [out the left window, engine #1 sputters out; out the right window, engine #2 stops smoking and sputters] We've lost engine one. And engine two is no longer on fire.

Skipper: [covers "Doll's" eyes; on the intercom; the plane falls out of the sky; all, except the sleeping Gloria, and the chimps; Mason and Phil, start screaming] Buckle up, boys. Don't look, doll, this might get hairy. Attention. This is your captain speaking. I've got good news and bad news. The good news is we'll be landing immediately. Bad news is... we're crash landing. When it comes to air travel, we know you have no choice whatsoever. But thanks again for choosing Air Penguin.

King Julien: [laughing; everything in first class, including Julien and Maurice get sucked out of the plane; deploys a parachute] Raise your arms, Maurice! It's more fun when you raise arms like this! I can fly!

Alex: This could be it, Marty! I just want you to know you are truly a one-in-a million friend!

Marty: Thanks, buddy! You're the best ever!

Alex: I know you won't mind when I tell you!

Marty: Come on! Tell me anything! Tell me what?!

Alex: I broke your iPod!

Marty: WHAT?!?

Alex: The buttons were so small! It made me mad!

Marty: Oh, no! The horror!!!

Alex: I'm sorry!

Marty: I'm gonna kill you, butt-bitter!! Butt-bitter!! Butt-bitter!!

Alex: It was an accident! An accident! I'm sorry! I'll get you a new one!

Melman: [Gloria is snoring, Alex, Marty, Mason, and Phil glare at Melman quizzically; sighs; stammering] I love you, Gloria! I always have! Like... Like you love the beach. Or a good book. Or the beach.

Skipper: [Rico pulls up; Kowalski pulls a lever that deploys the landing gear; the landing gear breaks; the wings, engines, and the hull of the plane break off] My goodness, Doll, you're shaking like a leaf. Rico! You've had your fun. Pull up. Gear down. Gently now. You just want to kiss the ground. Just a little peck. A smooch. Like you're kissing your sister. I said kiss it!!! Now just a little brake. Just a touch. A little whisper.

Mason: [while playing chess with Phil] I believe that's checkmate.

Skipper: Commence emergency landing procedure! Flaps up! Deploy!

Skipper: OK, boys, launch!

Rico: Hai.

Lemur #1: Launch!

Lemur #2: Launch!

Lemur #3: Launch!

Alex: AAHH!! Gremlin!

Alex: [Sighs] Hey, Mort.

Mort: [Screams] Hi!

Alex: [Whispering] That was weird.

Marty: Hey, somebody's dreaming, huh.

Alex: I think I just saw Mort on the wing of the plane.

Melman: You got Madagascar on the brain.

Gloria: I know I'm gonna miss it.

Alex: It was incredible. Yeah, I think it'll seem more fun the further we are from it.

Marty: Like when you bit me on the butt?

Alex: I'm gonna take that thing you're holding onto and use it onstage.

Marty: Oh, really?

Alex: It's all part of my little actor's salad bar of emotional tidbits.

Marty: Are the butts next to the croutons at the salad bar?

Alex: You don't need to be sarcastic, Marty.

Gloria: Hey guys, you know. I was thinking. When we get back, I might sign up for the breeding program.

Melman: Breeding program?

Gloria: I think we rack each a point in our lives when we want to meet somebody. You know? Settle down, have a relationship.

Marty: I can see that.

Melman: [clears throat] What? Like dating?

Gloria: Yeah, dating.

Melman: Oth-Other... oth-other guys?

Gloria: What do you mean, other guys?

Melman: Darn it! I'm gonna...What is holding up that beverage service?! I'm gonna go check.

Gloria: [yawns as she is going to sleep] You all keep talking. I'm gonna catch a few winks.

Julien: You see that? It's so funny! Oh, I like laughing! It's such a nice experience! To laugh!

Melman: Wow!

Julien: Whoa! Sorry. Do you mind going back? This is first class. It's nothing personal. We're just better than you. Hey Maurice, I'm open! Hit me!

Maurice: He shoots, he scores!

Melman: Is that Vivaldi?

Julien: Hey, in-flight slave.

Private: Can I help you, Mr. Mankiewicz?

Julien: Bring me my nuts on a silver platter.

Melman: We just wanted to check in on the drinks we ordered.

Private: Oh, sorry. Been a little backed up.

Melman: I guess I'll go back..

Julien: Hey, what happened to your body? You're freaking me out! Can you please go over there, please? Thank you very much. What ever happened to the separation of the classes?

Maurice: Ah, I'm sure this democracy thing is just a fad.

Mort: King Julien, wait for me! I'm all packed! I have a whole itinerary planned!

King Julien: Oh, no! It's Mort! He's so annoying! Don't let him on. Stop that thing! He's carrying scissors and hand cream! Everybody in! Quickly, get in, get in! Get in quick!

Skipper: Struts.

Kowalski: [flicks the levers] Check.

Skipper: Flaps.

Kowalski: [taps on the flaps control] Check.

Skipper: Engine.

Kowalski: [turns a knob] Check.

Skipper: Coffee maker.

Kowalski: [turns on the coffee maker] Check.

Skipper: [on the intercom] That's got to be the second biggest slingshot I've ever seen. But it's gonna have to do. Attention. This is your captain speaking.

Private: [shows life vest; pulls on the red tab, causing the vest to inflate and explode] In the event of a water emergency, place the vest over your head, and kiss your... ...goodbye.

Gloria: New York City, here we come, baby!

Skipper: ...sit back, relax, pray to your personal god this hunk of junk flies.

Alex: Personal god. Hunk of what?

Kowalski: We are go, sir.

Mort: [screams] Open the door! I'm outside!

Private: [places oxygen mask over his face, muffling his voice] In case of a loss in cabin pressure, place the mask over your face... ...To hide your terrified expression from the other passengers.

Marty: [showing his detached seatbelt] Excuse me, miss, aren't these supposed to be attached to my seat?

Private: [removes the mask] No, sir.

Alex: I like to move it, move it

Gloria: He likes to move it, move it

Marty: She likes to move it, move it

Melman: We like to

Lemur Crowd: Move it!

Marty: Come on! Y'all know this one! It never gets stale!

Melman: We like to

Lemur Crowd: Move it!

Alex: We'll miss you little fuzz buckets! You've been a great crowd!

Melman: Glad we could introduce you to the toilet.

Alex: [watches as what two lemurs are doing] If you ever come look us up in Manhattan, feel free to call first. Seriously though, call. OK?

Maurice: [as everyone quiets down, Maurice comes with a cake] Settle down, everybody. Shh! Be quiet! You can't leave without this!

King Julien: [Laughing; Laughing] Hey! Surprise, freaks! Shake it! Shake it. Look, I'm a lady! I'm a lady, everyone! I'm a lady! Not really! It's me, King Julien! Which of you is attracted to me? Hands up! Yes! Hey, freaks! You will be very glad to hear that I am coming with you.

Alex: [Chuckles] Oh, no, thank you.

King Julien: [holds Stevie the Gecko in his hand] Yes, thank you. It's my plane! Until I return with the spoils from the new country... Stevie will be in charge!

Maurice: I don't think they like that idea so much, Julien.

King Julien: [Gasps; gibberish language of what is Stevie saying] What is that you saying, Stevie? No. Could we? No, you didn't say that! How is that even possible? Naughty little thing! Stevie says... Let them eat cake!

News Anchor Woman #1: On the loose, several animals including the world famous Alex the Lion the king of New York, escaped from the Central Park Zoo tonight. The escapees were finally cornered in Grand Central Station.

Nana: He was a very bad kitty.

News Anchor Woman #2: Animal rights activists, who convinced zoo officials to have the escaped animals sent to Africa, were stunned to learn that the shipping freighter carrying the animals was reported missing today.

News Anchor Man: Tonight, hundreds of New Yorkers have gathered at the Central Park Zoo to mourn the loss of their beloved zoo animals. The question on everyone's mind-- where are they now?

Young Marty: [jealous] I don't like the looks of this guy.

Young Melman: [Coughs] Y-You think he's cute?

All: Whoa!

Alex: ROOOOAAARRR!!!!!

Announcer: The King of New York City... Alex the Lion!

Marty: Woo-hoo! I still think he's kind of a showoff.

Melman: You gotta give it to him. The guy's an animal.

Marty: Maybe he should take a break. You know, we could all use a vacation.

Gloria: Come on, where on Earth would we go on vacation?

Marty: I don't know about you, but I want to go to Connecticut.

Hunter #1: That's it. Here, kitty, kitty.

Hunter #2: [Using his gun cock, but decides to cease fire] Ah! This one's a beauty. He'll be worth a few bucks.

Hunter #1: [Chuckles evilly] It just gets easier and easier.

Baby Alex: [Whimpering] Daddy!!

Zuba: Alakay! Alakay!! ALAKAY!!!!!!

Baby Alex: Da-da!

Zuba: No! No! No! Alakay!

Baby Alex: Daddy!

Zuba: Alakay! Daddy's got you! Hold on!

Baby Alex: [Whimpers] Da-da! Ow! Ow!

Zuba: ALAKAY!!!!!!

Baby Alex: Daddy!

Zuba: [Sighs and grunts] No, no, son. Over here. See the lion? Look at the lion and get the lion! Now, son, if you're gonna grow up and be like your daddy someday, you gotta learn how to fight.

Baby Alex: Da-da.

Zuba: [chuckles; Baby Alex growls; But Baby Alex dances again; Laughing as Baby Alex uses his hand move up and down of his faces] Now, Alakay, let me show you something. OK? You see this mark? You and me are the same. When you're bigger, you'll wanna be an Alpha Lion, just like your daddy. Now let me see you fight. Ready? No, Alakay. No dancing! You just amuse yourself, don't you? You're a strange kid. You're a strange one. I'm... Now, come on, let's try it again. No, Alakay. Stop that-- Stop that right now. Doggone it!

Makunga: It's so disappointing when they don't grow up the way you want.

Zuba: [annoyed] Makunga! You're not challenging me again, are you?

Makunga: Look on the bright side, Zuba. After I defeat you and take your place as Alpha Lion, you need to have so much more time to spend with your pathetic excuse of a son.

Zuba: Before I kick your butt, let me ask you something: Why do you even want to become the Alpha Lion?

Makunga: I'm better looking, I have better hair, I'm deceitfully smart... and I want everyone to do what I say. We'll fight on three. One...

Zuba: Pay attention, Alakay. Daddy will show you how it's done.

Makunga: [as the two lions fight, baby Alex chases after a butterfly, then sees a long rope and chases after it too] ...two, three!

Zuba: [after the fight] Who's the Alpha Lion?

Makunga: You are.

Zuba: [sees his son missing] Don't you forget it. And that, Alakay, is how you attack... Alakay?

Moon Boy: [the penguins pulls him off-screen, starts attacking him] ACK! Hey! Ooh, ahh! Ah, AUGH!

Skipper: [They all give high-five, the film begins.] Well done, boys. Looks like ice-cold sushi for breakfast.