"Too much garbage in your face? There's plenty of space out in space! BNL star liners leaving each day. We'll clean up the mess while you're away! The jewel of the BNL fleet, the Axiom. Spend your five-year cruise in style, waited on 24 hours a day by our fully automated crew, while your captain and autopilot chart a course for nonstop entertainment, fine-dining and with our all-access hoverchairs, even Grandma can join the fun. There's no need to walk. The Axiom. Putting the star in executive star liner."

"Because of BNL, space is the final fun-tier!"

"Fear, Treachery, Bloodlust. Thousands of years ago these were the forces that ruled our world. A world where prey were scared of predators, and predators had an uncontrollable, biological urge to maim, and maul, and...AAH!!! BLOOD, BLOOD, BLOOD!!! And death! Back then a world was divided in 2. Vicious Predator or Meat Prey, but overtime we evolved and moved beyond our prey. Now Predator and Prey live in harmony and every young mammal has multitudinous opportunities."

"My story begins in London, not so very long ago, and yet so much has happened since then, that it seems like an eternity. At that time, I lived with my pet in a bachelor flat just off of Regent's Park. It was a beautiful spring day, a tedious time of the year for bachelors. Oh, that's my pet, Roger Radcliffe, a musician of sorts. I'm the one with the spots. My name's Pongo. As far as I could see, the old notion that a bachelor's life was so glamorous and carefree was all nonsense. It was downright dull. It was plain to see that my old pet needed someone. But if it were left up to Roger, we'd be bachelors forever. He was married to his work, writing songs. Songs about romance of all things, something he knew absolutely nothing about. Oh, he's intelligent enough, as humans go. And I think you could say, Roger is a rather handsome animal in his way. I could see no reason why my pet didn't deserve an attractive mate. At least I was determined to do my best. Of course, dogs are a pretty poor judge of human beauty. But I had a rough idea of what to look for."

"Oooh, in all my years, never have I seen the streets so full of bustle and hustle and assorted commotion."

"Wake up! Wake up!"

"Once upon a time in a far away land, a young prince lived in a shining castle. Although he had everything his heart desired, the prince was spoiled, selfish and unkind. But then, one winter's night, an old beggar woman came to the castle and offered him a single rose in return for shelter from the bitter cold. Repulsed by her haggard appearance, the prince sneered at the gift and turned to old woman away. But she warned him not to be deceived by appearances for beauty was found within. And when he dismissed her again, the old woman's ugliness melted away to reveal a beautiful enchantress. The prince tried to apologize but it was too late, for she had seen that there was no love in his heart. And as punishment, she transformed him into a hideous Beast and placed a powerful spell on the castle, and all who lived there. Ashamed of his monstrous form, the Beast concealed himself inside his castle with a magic mirror as his only window to the outside world. The rose she had offered was truly an enchanted rose, which will bloom until his twenty-first year. If he could learn to love another, and earn her love in return by the time the last petal fell, then the spell would be broken. If not, he would be doomed to remain a Beast for all time. As the years passed, he fell into despair and lost all hope, for who could ever learn to love a Beast?"

"Chandeliera. You look radiant. Together. You and Lumiere will be the perfect lightwill be the perfect light."

"[opens the truck] Oh yeah. Lightning's ready."

"This is Agent Leland Turbo. I have a flash transmission for Agent Finn McMissile. Finn, my cover's been compromised. Everything's gone pear-shaped. You won't believe what I've found out here. This is bigger than anything we've ever seen. And no one even knows it exists. Finn, I need backup. But don't call the cavalry, it could blow the operation. And be careful! It's not safe out here!"

"Transmitting my grids now. Good luck."

"Okay. Here we go. Focus. Speed, I am speed. One winner, forty-two losers. I eat losers for breakfast. ...Did I use to say that?"

"I leave you alone for an hour, and you destroy my house? And, you, you're no better. You're both evicted!"

"I think you mean this ain't your daddy's Blue Falcon. Allow me to introduce you to Blue Falcon's large adult son, Brian."

"Do you remember the story of a girl who lived a life of cinders, and how she found true love because she kept a beautiful dream in her heart? Of course, it helped that she had mouse friends who could sew and a Fairy Godmother who could do wonders with pumpkins. Well, that girl is me."

"Hi, I'm Dory. I suffer from short-term remembory loss."

"Mayday! Mayday! This is the Annabelle. I've lost my bearings and I'm taking on water. My last good reading is 44 degrees north, 68 degrees...."

"Kryptonite, the ultimate bane to Superman. If it were only as big as my head. I spent two years and $3 billion mining outer space...and this green grain of rice is all I have to show for it?"

"Dad, you have the coolest job."

"On Christmas Eve, many years ago, I laid quietly in my bed. I did not rustle the sheets, I breathed slowly and silently. I was listening for a sound I was afraid I'd never hear: the sound of Santa's sleigh."

"[to the audience, annoyed] Hey, what do you want from us?! We're freezing here!"

"I've searched far and wide for the perfect partner for this launch, and I've finally found him, LeBron James."

"Raggy, rook! Writing!"

"Yikes! Scooby-Doo, where are you?!!"

"Any progress, Eric?"

"Lots of love!"

"Zoinks! Like, slow down dude."

"Are you guys alright?"

"Nobody gets away from Dick Dastardly! Right, Rottens? I need what’s on that ship or I’ll never get my treasure. Do, Not, Fail, Me!"

"Pull over."

"Hello! Your tiny little brains probably can't understand me, so I will speak slowly, so that you may process the welcoming tones of my voice."

"If you were asked to choose the most fabulous character in English literature, who would it be? Robin Hood? King Arthur? Becky Sharp? Sherlock Holmes? Oliver Twist, perhaps? Well, any one of them would be an excellent choice. Still, for the most fabulous character of all, I would nominate...a toad - J. Thaddeus Toad, Esq. Have you ever met him? You'll find his story in this delightful little book, "The Wind In the Willows". Toad, you might say, was the one disturbing element: incurable adventurer, mad, reckless, tried everything, positive mania for fads, and he never countered the cost. Had a host affair with friends, of course, but there were only three who had his best interests at heart. One was a badger, MacBadger. Another was a water rat; a bit stuffy, perhaps, but really a fine fellow. And a mole; gentle creature, kind and sympathetic."

"Marie, my little one. You're going to be as beautiful as your mother. Isn't she, Duchess?"

"THE WINNER, BY TOTAL ANNIHILATION...YAMA!!!"

"[gasps] No, no, no, Oh, no. Oh, no. I'M LOST!! Where's the line?! It just went away! What do I do?!"

"We'll be stuck here forever!"

"Sometimes I think I'm cursed, 'cause of something that happened before I was even born. See, a long time ago, there was this family - the papá, he was a musician. He and his family would sing and dance, and count their blessings...but he also had a dream...to play for the world. And one day, he left with his guitar and never returned. And the mamá? She didn't have time to cry over that walkaway musician! After banishing all music from her life, she found a way to provide for her daughter. She rolled up her sleeves and she learned to make shoes. She could have made candy, or fireworks, or sparkly underwear for wrestlers! But no, she chose shoes. Then she taught her daughter to make shoes. And later, she taught her son-in-law. Then her grandkids got roped in. As her family grew, so did the business. Music had torn her family apart, but shoes held them all together. You see, the woman...was my great-great grandmother...Mama Imelda. She died way before I was born. But my family still tells her story...every year on Dia de los Muerto, The Day of the Dead...And her little girl? She's my great grandmother, Mama Coco."

"Through the snow and sleet and hail, through the blizzard, through the gale, through the wind and through the rain, over mountain, over plain, through the blinding lightning flash, and the mighty thunder crash, ever faithful, ever true...nothing stops him! He'll get through!"

"How do you do? My name is Deems Taylor, and it's my very pleasant duty to welcome you here on behalf of Walt Disney, Leopold Stokowski and all the other artists and musicians whose combined talents went into the creation of this new form of entertainment, Fantasia. What you're going to see are the designs and pictures and stories that music inspired in the minds and imaginations of a group of artists. In other words, these are not going to be the interpretations of trained musicians, which I think is all to the good. Now, there are three kinds of music on this Fantasia program. First, there's the kind that tells a definite story. Then there's the kind, that while it has no specific plot, does paint a series of more or less definite pictures. Then there's a third kind, music that exists simply for its own sake. Now, the number that opens our Fantasia program, the Toccata and Fugue, is music of this third kind, what we call absolute music. Even the title has no meaning beyond a description of the form of the music. What you will see on the screen is a picture of the various abstract images that might pass through your mind if you sat in a concert hall listening to this music. At first, you're more or less conscious of the orchestra, so our picture opens with a series of impressions of the conductor and the players. Then the music begins to suggest other things to your imagination. They might be, oh, just masses of color. Or they may be cloud forms. Or great landscapes or vague shadows or...geometrical objects floating in space. So now we present the Toccata and Fugue In D Minor by Johann Sebastian Bach, interpreted in pictures by Walt Disney and his associates, and in music by The Philadelphia Orchestra and its conductor, Leopold Stokowski."

"Now some folks like the heavy stuff, with titles five-feet wide. Not me, I'm always out for fun. I like the lighter side, yes sir!"

"Would you listen to him? He's making the story sound like some Greek tragedy!"

"Lighten up, dude!"

"You go girl."

"This is James Henry Trotter. He lived with his mother and father in a cozy little house by the sea."

"Although each of the world's countries would like to dispute this fact, we French know the truth: The best food in the world is made in France. The best food in France is made in Paris. And the best food in Paris, some say, is made by Chef Auguste Gusteau. Gusteau's restaurant,is the toast of Paris, booked five months in advance. And his dazzling ascent to the top of fine French cuisine has made his competitors envious. He is the youngest chef ever to achieve a five-star rating. Chef Gusteau's cookbook, Anyone Can Cook!, Climbed to the top of the bestseller list. But not everyone celebrates its success."

""So they set off up the hill, arm in arm, the knight, the dragon, and the boy. The lights in the little village began to go out one by one." "But there were stars and a late moon as they climbed the downs together." Robert, please."

"Oh, incidentally, I'm Alan-A-Dale, a minstrel. That's an early-day folk singer. And my job is to tell it... [accidentally breaks the lute string] like it is, or was or whatever."

"In a faraway land long ago, lived a king and his fair queen. Many years had they longed for a child, and finally their wish was granted. A daughter was born, and they called her Aurora. Yes, they named her after the dawn, for she filled their lives with sunshine. Then a great holiday was proclaimed throughout the kingdom, so that all of high or low estate might pay homage to the infant princess. And our story begins on that most joyful day."

"Welcome explorers to Avalonia! A modest civilization trapped behind an impassable ring of never-ending mountains, whose citizens strive to do their best despite their humble means. Believing the key to their future lies beyond these mountains, many have tried to get past them. All have failed. But hope has arrived, as Avalonia's greatest explorers, the Clades, have now set their sights on pulling off the impossible. Meet Jaeger Clade!"

"File 82-712, Agent Rick Dicker interrogating. State your name, please."