Skipper: Looks like we've got an intruder, boys. Commence Operation: Hammerhead. Julien: Excuse me, Hammer whose head exactly? (Rico coughs up a hammer; Julien, Maurice and Mort run away screaming.)
Skipper: No, I can't set foot on Denmark. Private: Why not, Skipper? Skipper: Well, that's private, Private. Between me and the Danes.
Skipper: Say goodbye to Earth, boys. Private: But Skipper, Earth has some of my favorite things, like cookies... and oxygen. Skipper: ...and brown paper packages tied up in strings. Kowalski, light this candle!
Skipper: Greetings, moon cat. We come in peace. For now.
Skipper: Kowalski, status report. Kowalski: I'm randomly pushing buttons while we spin out of control, Skipper. Skipper: Can I push one? I might feel better.
Frankie: Hey, Max. Do I look a little chunkier to you? I mean, I exercise and all, but no matter how hard I try, I can't seem to get rid of all this succulent... delicious... dark meat! (Max lunges at the Pigeon, but he flies away and Max almost falls off the roof.) Frankie: Give it up, fur-ball! You ain't never caught a bird in your life! Never have, never will!
Max: A shooting star. I wish... I wish for a bird that can't fly away. And... I also wish the shooting star doesn't hit me!
Skipper: So we didn't go lunar? Kowalski: Seems I forgot to carry the two.
Skipper: Gentlemen, we need a vacation. A vacation from that lemur. Private: Perhaps we could visit a zoo. They have pandas and hippos and a lovely house of reptiles. Skipper: Private, you do realize we live in a zoo. Private: But we could visit a different zoo. Skipper: Rico? (Rico slaps Private upside the head.)
Skipper: Gentlemen, we are going to the moon. (Private raises his flipper) Skipper: And no, there's no zoo on the moon.
Skipper: Gentlemen, I give you the Penguin One. Private: Is it safe, Skipper? (A piece falls off the rocket.) Skipper: Kowalski? Kowalski: Technically speaking, maybe.
Max: Greetings, my little friend. Pardon me, but are you a penguin? Private: Why, yes, I am. Max: A flightless bird! That means no flapping, no flying... no resistance.
King Julien: Hello? Neighbors? I wish to borrow your toothbrushes to scratch my hard to reach regions. If you agree, say nothing at all. (Silence.) Maurice: I guess they agree.
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