"My apologies, Kiki La Spree, disco parakeet fantastique! Ambassador to Sparkleville! Distinguished professor of... [Olga: Blabberbeak?] Oh! I couldn't help but overhear your little picking match. But don't despair. I can get you to Gibraltar! I was headed there myself. Isn't that an amazing coincidence?"

"[sobs] I wish I had a dramatic backstory like that. I always dreamed of escaping my dreary surroundings to become a famous disco star!"

"[thinks the plane is a shooting star] Look, a shooting star! Everybody make a wish."

"[to Richard] You really love them, don't you? Your storks."

"Just keep quiet, can you? What kind of bird is afraid of flying?"

"Eh... You do realize you are not even close to being a stork, right?"

"I'm Olga, and this is my best friend, Oleg."

"[to the Frog that is trying to catch some flies] Hello? Someone there?! [Olga: Oy! Your barking up the wrong bird] OK. I guess they aren’t like me, either."

"Hey, guys? Hey! Listen, you... [He bumps into a long stretchy wall filled with pigeons that are having lunch] Have.. You... Seen... A... Flock... Of... Birds!? [yells As the line that is holding the patient stretches and the patient all crash down into him like next to the mama] Ouch! Was it something that I stepped on?"

"What are you doing? [Discovers Richard, who has crashed onto a tree branch and is dazed] Oooooh! That’s gonna hurt! The last time when I try to fly like that, I crashed straight into two tree branches, crashed down, two rocks, and hit my beak on something soft and squishy. I hope it wasn’t Bird poop."

"I’ve always wanted to be a stork. Except that I don’t know who I am. What are we having for breakfast? Worms?"

"I can feel it, I can make it to Africa! [flies through the forest] How hard can it be? It's not like crossing an ocean or anything."

"Good morning! Ready, willing and able to migrate! Let's get a move on... [notices He is all alone in his egg only on a nest and several unhatched eggs] Ma? Pa? [echoing] Where are you guys??!!"

"[to Gerold] Hey, why are you so gloomy? We're going to Jamaica!"

"Talk about sarcasm."

"Is that a real life eagle?"

"[during their argument about failing to be a stork]'’ Even if you try it, You’re gonna fail! I don’t want anything happened to you after what happened to my wife, so you’re gonna deal with it!"

"Thank you, Richard. I could’ve had done it without you."