The Land Before Time (1988) - Quotes

Taglines: A New Adventure Is Born.

Taglines: It is the dawn of time. The land of the dinosaur. Lost and alone, Littlefoot and his friends are about to embark on the journey of a lifetime.

Cera: Littlefoot! Come on, I'll race ya!

Narrator: [the children Littlefoot, Cera, Petrie, Ducky, and Spike arrive to the top of a hill, then come together in a big group hug] And they all grew up together in the Valley. Generation upon generation, each passing on to the next, the tale of their ancestors journey to the Valley, long ago.

Littlefoot's Mother: [to Littlefoot, in cloud form and ghost appearance] Littlefoot...

Littlefoot: Mother!

Littlefoot's Mother: Littlefoot...?

Littlefoot: [sniffles; the cloud begins to fall apart; tries to run after the cloud] I have tried to do what you told me. But it is just too heard. Great. Now, I am never going to find the Great Valley. Mother...? Mother...? DON'T GO, MOTHER! DON'T GO!

Littlefoot: The Great Valley! Cera, Spike, Ducky, Petrie! Over here!

Cera: Littlefoot! You found it!

Ducky: Yep, yep, yep!

Littlefoot: [about the Sharptooth; as he and his friends are in the lake] Let's get rid of him once and for all.

Ducky: What will we do?

Littlefoot: Look, we'll coax him to the deep end of the pond. He can't swim with those scrawny arms. Me and Spike will go up and push that big rock on top of his head, and then he'll fall off into the water.

Littlefoot: Oh, you can't quit now. What if the Great Valley's just over the top of these rocks?

Narrator: Though they were sore-stumped and tired, Littlefoot urged them on. He'd never seen the Great Valley, but his heart told him they were close. Surely, at the top, they'd behold it finally...

Cera: [shouting at Littlefoot] THIS IS YOUR GREAT VALLEY?! You're CRAZY! I'm. Leaving.

Littlefoot: Cera, we have to keep following the Bright Circle!

Cera: I'm taking the easy way for once.

Littlefoot: But it's the WRONG WAY.

Cera: Who says?

Littlefoot: My mother.

Cera: Then, she was just a stupid Longneck, too.

Littlefoot: [gasped and enraged] TAKE THAT BACK!

Cera: NEVER!

Littlefoot: TAKE IT BACK!

Cera: NO!!!

Littlefoot: Come on, Cera! We got green food.

Cera: [attempts to hit a tree, but no treestars come down, so Littlefoot helpfully drops some for her] I can get my OWN green food! You see, I can take care of myself; all by myself. I'm not afraid to be alone, I know my way to go, AND...I'm not afraid of the Sharptooth... I hope that he doesn't eat any of you!

Littlefoot: Come on, Cera, Sharptooth is dead. He fell down into the big underground.

Cera: And that's where he met me.

Ducky: Oh. Dear brave, Cera.

Petrie: Dear brave, Cera.

Cera: Yes, I am brave.

Littlefoot: Sharptooth is dead!

Cera: My father told me that flatheads had very small brains.

Petrie: [to Littlefoot] You've got a nice flat head, Flathead.

Littlefoot: [exasperated; enunciating] The name isn't Flathead. The name is LIT-TLE-FOOT!

Petrie: [gasps] Littlefoot?

Littlefoot: Are you just gonna stay up there?

Petrie: Yes.

Littlefoot: Well, you can't! You are tearing my treestar!

Ducky: It's very special; very! his mother gave it to him. She did.

Petrie: [rolling up the treestar and holding it over one shoulder; begins marching back and forth on Littlefoot's head] Ooh. Mother present. Very important. I stay here, keep safe. Not let nobodies touch!

Ducky: Yeah, Petrie! You keep it safe! Yep, yep, yep!

Littlefoot: [Petrie clings on] Nope, nope, nope. I'm not a carrier. So get off! You are a flyer! Now start flying!

Rooter: [hears Littlefoot crying] Hey! What's going on here? What's your problem? You are not hurt.

Littlefoot: [tearfully] It's not fair! She should have known better. That was a Sharptooth. It's all her fault.

Rooter: All whose fault?

Littlefoot: Mother's.

Rooter: [soon understands why Littlefoot is crying] Oh. I see. I see.

Littlefoot: Why did I wander so far from home?

Rooter: Oh, it's not your fault. It's not your mother's fault. Now you pay close attention to Old Rooter.

Littlefoot: Yes... but...

Rooter: It is nobody's fault. The Great Circle of Life has begun. But you see, not all of us arrive together at the end.

Littlefoot: What'll I do? I miss her so much.

Rooter: And you'll always miss her, but she'll always be with you, as long as you remember the things she taught you. In a way, you'll never be apart, for you are still a part of each other.

Littlefoot: My tummy hurts.

Rooter: [exits] Well that too will go in time, Little Mate. Only in time.

Littlefoot: [grunts; gasps] Mother! Mother! Mother, where are you? Mother! Please, get up.

Littlefoot's Mother: I'm not sure, I can, Littlefoot.

Littlefoot: Yes, you can. Get up.

Littlefoot's Mother: Dear, sweet Littlefoot, do you remember the way to the Great Valley?

Littlefoot: I guess so, but, why do I have to know? You're going to be with me.

Littlefoot's Mother: I'll be with you, even if you can't see me.

Littlefoot: What do you mean if I can't see you? I can always see you.

Littlefoot's Mother: Littlefoot, let your heart guide you. It whispers. So, listen closely...

Littlefoot: Mother? Mother?

Topps: Come, Cera. Three-horns never play with Longnecks.

Littlefoot's Mother: Littlefoot!

Cera: [parrots her father's words] Three-horns never play with Longnecks!

Littlefoot: When will we get there?

Littlefoot's Mother: The Bright Circle will pass over us many times, and we must follow it each day until it touches the ground.

Littlefoot: Have you ever seen the Great Valley?

Littlefoot's Mother: No.

Littlefoot: Well, then, how do you know it's really there?

Littlefoot's Mother: Some things you see with your eyes, others you see with your heart.

Littlefoot: Oh, I can't understand, Mother.

Littlefoot's Mother: You will, my son. You will.

Narrator: Once, upon this same Earth, beneath this same sun, long before you, before the ape and the elephant, as well, before the wolf, the bison, the whale, before the mammoth and the mastodon... was the Time of the Dinosaurs.

Triceratops: Come on!

Narrator: Now, the dinosaurs were of 2 kinds: some had flat teeth and ate the leaves of trees, and some had sharp teeth for eating meat, and they preyed upon the Leaf-Eaters. Then, it happened that the leaves began to die. The mighty beasts who appeared to rule Earth were ruled, in truth, by the leaf. Desperate for food, some dinosaur herds stuck out toward the west, searching for their Great Valley, a land still lush and green. It was a journey toward life. It was a march of many dangers. Sharpteeth stalked the herds, waiting to seize any who strayed. The Leaf-Eaters stopped only to hatch their young.

Littlefoot: [laughs] A tree star.