"[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?"

"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??!!"

"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."

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

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