Donkey Kong Country

""Ssshhhh, Kongs! I'm on my last life and you're breaking my concentration!" ~Wrinkly"

""Oh! That Donkey Kong. Is there some sort of world that says boyfriends always have to be late? Well, this time, I'm not taking "Jeez! Sorry, Candy! I forgot" for an answer, the big ape might not know it, but he's in big trouble!" ~Candy"

"YOU. . . . BANANA-SLAMMA!!!!. . . . .NIIIINYYYYYYYYYYYYY. . . . . Newt and you just nothing to lose the CocoNUT!! YOU JUST NOTHING TO LOSE THE COCONUT!!"

"I'm surrounded by fools!"

"No way! You chose the last contest, so I get to choose this one, and I choose the one where Donkey Kong gets beaten to a pulp!"

"Klump! Krusha! Back to the mine. By the time we get there I'll have thought of some way that I can blame all of this on you two home-spun idiots!"

"Cheater, cheater, banana bread eater!"

"Behold! My Doomsday... paper? Hmm... must be the instructions. 'Keep your paws off my treasure. Signed--' DONKEY KONG?!"

"HOW DARE YOU ENTER MY PRIVATE INNER SANCTUM WITHOUT AN INVITATION!"

"Krusha! The cart! After them!... Not without me, you stupid, thickheaded tadpole!!"

"Just give me your Monkey Business field report, you slimy-skinned bottomfeeder!!!!"

"Those clueless chimps may know their way around the island up there, but no one knows the underground like King K. Rool! Left, Krusha! (The mine cart crashes.) I meant, right!"

""The only enemies at a wedding, Klump, are the in-laws"."

"The prize, the wish, Kongo Bongo Island is mine!"

"Very well, then. Da-da-da-da-da. There, I danced, I win, now GIMMIE GIMMIE GIMMIE!"

"They didn't invite me?! That's so unfair! What's wrong with me?! Haven't I always tried to be a good enemy to Donkey Kong??"

"NO, NO, NO! Now they've insulted me! I wouldn't go to that wedding if they begged me to go!"

"This had better be good, Klump. I was a toe away from getting into the de-scaling tub for a soak!"

"It's at times like this I find that I must ask myself again and again: 'Do I really want the Crystal Coconut this badly?'"

"WAKEY-WAKEY! I can see I have my work cut out for me..."

""'Fatso', is it? I'd choose my last words more carefully if I were you"."

"The only moron present is you! Now shut your pie-hole and get your low IQ back to HQ ASAP, you M-O-R-O-N!"

""Oh, Krusha, you lunkhead. If you had two heads you'd be lonesome"."

"Klump! Didn't I say no news, no calls, no tyranny until tomorrow!? It's a bad villain day!"

"Listen, you incompetent cretin! I want to be left alone! That means nothing! No one! No interruptions!"

"NO, you knucklehead! For some reason, Donkey Kong thinks he's a pirate, so he's pirating everything that's not glued down!"

"You call this a body?! I eat pretzels fatter than this!"

"Not you, I meant my twit!"

"Permission to close both eyes while I'm listenin', sir?"

"What the private means is that we were out of maneuvers. We got a little hungry for coconut cake... and I guess we got our coordinates missed!"

"Hey, robot-monkey! Bring me somethin' to eat! I'm waitin', soldier! Now step on it! HEY!"

""I know, I'll tell 'im a story. Oh, I got a good one. I'll tell 'im about my boot-camp days before bein' a General. My platoon was stationed in the swamps - it was the middle of July. I remember because the mosquitoes was bitin' somethin' fierce, and it was hotter than a pig on a spit. You could sauté seaweed on my tail, it was so hot. I remember my boot-stump like Mama's cookin'"."

"Who goes there? A furball? What're you doing in King K. Rool's kitchen? What's this jungle doing in King K. Rool's kitchen?"

""Try this: special military-issue night-vision goggles, so he can't hippo-natize you"."

"Uh, permission to invite you as my date, your party-pooperness?"

""Well, I'll save ya a piece of weddin' cake, sir"."

"Aw, do we have to go just yet? I was hopin' to catch the bouquet!"

"Oh, I just love dreams! I had one the other night where a big pickle monster was dukin' it out with Mr. T. It was scrumdiddlyupmptious!"

"(stares at Dixie) "Hey! Quit Spyin' on Me!""

"(Begins to March) "Company! Forward! March! *snare drums play* Hip! Hup! Hip! Hup! Hip! Hup! Hip! Hup!""

"Yes Sir! Hip! Hup! Hip! Hup! Hip! Hup! Hip! Hup!"

"I said "Company Halt!" That's You! Krusha!"

"Kritters! Ready.....Aim.....FIRE!!!"

"Hip! Hup! hip! hup! Hip! hup! Company HALT!!!! Krusha? KRUSHA!!!"

"You said "Blast off" and I didn't get to say anything!"

"Mail call!!!!"

"Uh, a letter, your paint-by-numberness. It appears to be in some kind of milarty code, sir! (King K. Rool flips the letter over) Amazing. You deciphered it, sir! *clears throat* Dear King K. Rool, It's been a long time, since our days of whitewater polo, and tsunami wrestling, but I think back on those times fondly... (King K. Rool grabs the letter) ...I'd like to get together again, for old times sake. What do you say? Your old buddy....Cranky?!"

"A4 will go to the left, and A5 will..."

"King K. Rool!! Your Royal Roughness, Supreme Scaliness!"

"Oh we'll cheer him up, El Pretno! Sir! General Klump reporting! I have some news, and it's in my A1 rank of importance, sir!"