r your face to hide your terrified expression.
Marty: Excuse me, Miss, but aren't these supposed to be attatched to my seat?
Private: No, sir.
Skipper: OK, boys, launch!
Rico: Hai.
Yanni: Launch!
Benny: Launch!
Nigel: Launch!
[all screaming]
[all cheering]
(thunder crashes)
Alex: Ahh! Gremlin! [sighs] Hey, Mort.
Mort: Hi! [screams]
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: That was incredible, wasn't it? I think it'll seem more fun the further we are fom 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. 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 thinkin'. When we get back, I might just sign up for the breeding program.
Melman: Breeding program?
Gloria: I think we all reach a point in our lives when we want to meet somebody.
Marty: Yeah.
Gloria: Settle down, have a relationship.
Marty: I can see that.
Melman: What? You mean... [clears throat] Like dating?
Gloria: Yeah, dating.
Melman: Other... 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: [yawning] You all keep talking. I'm gonna catch a few winks.
[classical music playing]
King Julien: It's so funny! [laughing] I like laughing! It's such a nice experience! To laugh! 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! He shoots, he scores!
Melman: Is that Vivaldi?
King Julien: Hey, in-flight slave.
Private: Can I help you, Mr. Mankiewicz?
King Julien: Bring me my nuts on a silver platter.
Melman: We were checking on our drink order.
Private: Sorry. Been a little backed up.
Melman: I guess I'll go back...
King Julien: Hey, what happened to your body? You're freaking me out! Can you please go over there, please? What happened to the separation of the classes?
Maurice: I'm sure this democracy thing is just a fad.
Skipper: We're going out for pineapple, my bobbly-headed boobily-boo.
Kowalski: Skipper, look.
Skipper: Analysis.
Kowalski: Looks like a small bulb used to indicate something unusual, like a malfunction.
Skipper: I find it pretty and somewhat hypnotic.
Kowalski: That too, sir.
Skipper: Right! Rico! Manual! Problemo solved.
Kowalski: Sir, we may be out of fuel.
Skipper: What makes you think that?
Kowalski: We've lost Engine One. And Engine Two is no longer on fire.
Skipper: Buckle up, boys. Don't look, doll. This might get hairy. Attention! This is your captain speaking. I have good news and bad news. The good news is, we'll be landing immediately. The bad news is, we're crash-landing.
Alex, Marty, Melman: [screaming]
Skipper: When it comes to air air travel, we know you have no choice whatsoever. But thanks again for choosing Air Penguin.
[screaming]
King Julien: [laughing] Raise your arms, Maurice! It's more fun when you raise your arms like this! [laughing] I can fly!
Alex: This could be it, Marty! I just want you to know that 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: The horror!!
Alex: I'm sorry!
Marty: I'M GONNA KILL YOU, BUTT-BITER!!!!!!
Alex: It was an accident! An accident!
Marty: BUTT-BITER!!!!!!
Melman: I love you, Gloria! I always have!
Gloria: [snoring]
Melman: Like you love the beach. Or a good book. Or the beach.
[all screaming]
Skipper: Goodness, doll, you're shaking like leaf. Rico, you've had your fun. Pull up. Gear down. Gently. You just want to kiss the ground. Just a little peck, a smooch, like you'd kiss your sister. I said, kiss it! Now just a little break. Just a touch.
Mason: I believe that's checkmate.
[screaming]
Skipper: Commence emergency landing procedure. Flaps up! Deploy!
Gloria: Oh, we're here! What in the world? What happened to the plane? What did y'all do to the plane?
Marty: I'm OK. I'm alive.
Gloria: I can't even sleep for a minute. This is not JFK.
Skipper: Kowalski, casualty report.
Kowalski: Two passengers unacounted for.
Skipper: That's a number I can live with. Good landing, boys. Who says a penguin can't fly?
Alex: 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 out of?
Skipper: I want you to reconfigure the desing. So start reconfiguring!
Alex: How do you estimate that?
Skipper: You! Pretty boy! Why don't you and your friends dig a latrine.
Alex: Hold on a second. Who made you king of the plane wreck?
Skipper: Excuse me? Fine. You can be in charge. You fix the plane.
Alex: Who gives 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 little hippie friends can stay out of our hair.
Alex: Correcto-mundo. Because I decided to.
Skipper: Good for you.
Alex: Well, guess what, this discussion isn't over.
Skipper: 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.
Gloria: How in the hell-o will they 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.
Brad: Behold! The lion!
Alex: Hey, people!
Brad: There is much to see. Moving on.
Gloria: Wait, wait, wait! People!
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: How do like some of that? [spits]
Nana: [spits] Come in, Tokyo!
Alex: Yow! Ow!
Brad and passengers: [cheering]
Marty: Right in the batteries.
Nana: You think an old lady can't take of herself? Next time, I won't go so easy on you! Thank you, dear.
Brad: Moving on!
Gloria: Are you out of you mind? We need their help and you're harassin' little old ladies?!
Alex: Out of my mind? Who's out of my mind now?
Marty: See of you can get on operator.
Alex: No problem. Out of my mind. We're going home.
Operator: Message E-4. The service user has roamed outside the coverage area. Please try again later.
Melman: Oh, my... Whoa!
Gloria: Am I trippin'?
Marty: All those zebras, like me. 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 got to be. Our ancestral crib. It's in our blood. I can feel it!
Alex: No, it's more than that. It's like déjà vu, like I've never been here before.
Marty: It's like Roots!
Alex: No, it's like déjà vu, like I've been here before. How! How! Me Alex! Me and me friends fly, fly in great metal bird. Then plummet! [whistles] Smash ground! Go boom! Then here we emerge. We offer only happiness and good greetings.
Zamora: Is he dancing about a plane crash?
Alex: Yeah. We just... yeah. I thought... sorry.
Steve: You mean, you came from off the reserve?
Alex: Yeah. Way off. From the Central Park Zoo