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An adolescent lion is accidentally shipped from the New York Zoo to Africa. Now running free, his zoo pals must put aside their differences to help bring him back.
Nigel: As that famous koala once said, "We will fight them... with... peaches."
Nigel: We - are - going - to - die!
Nigel: [as a pack of dogs runs away] Go on, you mutts! Stupid dogs, we could've taken you. [the pack of dogs return] Nigel: Taken you to a... to a disco.
Nigel: Do we not have the Party Hats of Death? I've got mine.
Ryan: [to his father] I just want you to know I'm sorry you didn't have a father like the one I have.
Benny: Well, that settles it, then. My mother definitely drank pool water when she was pregnant with me.
Samson: Those boxes are bad news. Stay away.
[repeated line] Talking Koala Bear Doll: I'm so cuddly, I like you.
[first lines] Samson: So there I was, face to face with the biggest, meanest leopard on the savannah and... Ryan: You roared so loud, his spots flew off. Dad I've heard that story a billion times.
Blag: [to Kazar] And for the record, I've always hated your choreography. It's so... '80s.
Samson: Do what you did just then - but the opposite! Larry: But I don't know my opposites!
Nigel: Permission to go down with the ship, sir? Hang on, stuff that - everyone off the ship!
Nigel: [wearing a popcorn dispenser] I've got popcorn up my bum. Does I look trashy in this?
Ryan: Dad, thanks for the technical help, but if you really wanted me to roar like you, you'd take me to the wild.
[talking about a sewer system] Samson: Appears to be a human bathing area. Nigel: You mean humans don't lick themselves clean? Disgusting!
Nigel: I am not a doll. Monkey #1: Cushy Tushy! Nigel: Aaahhh! Leave my bum alone!
Nigel: Here I come! Hey! [lands hard on the fence] Nigel: Who put that bar there?
Ryan: I told you I'd come to the game. Samson: You think this is funny? You just endangered everyone in the zoo! Ryan: I'm sorry. Samson: For what? Chasing the Gazelles or costing us the game? Ryan: No, I... Samson: All you do is sit in your tree and sulk. Ryan: If you would just... Samson: I mean, What is it? What's the problem? Is all of this because you can't roar? [pause] Samson: Ryan, I didn't mean that. Ryan: You know what I'm doing when I'm sulking up in my tree? I'm thinking how great it would be if Samson the Wild wasn't my father. Samson: Huh? Ryan, I... I didn't Ryan: 'Cause it would make being Ryan the Lame a whole lot easier. [he starts running away] Samson: Ryan, I'm sorry. Ryan! Please don't... leave. Larry: Bye, Ryan! Thanks for coming to the game.
Nigel: Ooh. Does anyone have any eucalyptus wipes?
Nigel: If you don't give us ice creams pretty quick, you're gonna walk the plank, sir.
Hyrax: [sarcastically] Run for your lives everyone, it's a lion with big moral issues. Ouch! And I had enough of you too! Thanks a lot for wrecking my day!
Bridget: How do we steer? Who knows how to steer? None of us. We're animals. GREAT!
Larry: Oh, oh, I know; he's sulking because he lives in his father's shadow, and he roars like a school girl. Samson: Thanks, Larry. Larry: You betcha.
Kazar: Leader. Prophet. Choreographer.
Benny: [after being confronted by a pack of wildebeest] Don't panic, I'm in charge here. Bridget: That's why we're panicking!
[Benny walks up to Hamir] Hamir: Oh Benny, I am needing until Friday before I pay you back. Benny: No, no, it's Ryan. He's in one of those green boxes, and they took it away. We got to find him. Hamir: That is not good, not good at all. [Pidgeons are dancing behind him trying to tell him something] Hamir: Ah! I know, I know! I am telling him you crazy pigeons! [sighs]
Hyrax: Aaahh! Doesn't anyone ever knock anymore? Samson: Hey, where's my son? Did he come through here? Hyrax: Yeah, now that I think about it, he did come through here. [turns to toilet] Hyrax: Hello? Come out of there, baby lion, your dad's here! well, what do you know, it's a whole pride of lions down here!
Hyrax: MY FLESH HAS FRUITY WOODNOTES!
Kazar: Step, Kick, Pivot, Kick, Walk, Walk, Walk! Aaaahhh! Why do we even bother rehearsing. [snorts at Blag] Kazar: Mmmmm. Mmm-mm. A good chorus line is so hard to put together.
Nigel: It's fine - it's just leaves, and vines, and AAAAH what's that? Oh, that's my foot.
Bridget: [to Nigel] You need a good sports bra.
Nigel: [to a wildebeast] Terribly sorry to bother you, but, um, do you speak koala? Sprechen Sie koala?
Carmine: You done running your mouth yet, Carmine? Huh? Are you? Huh? Huh? [turns to Samson and his friends] Carmine: I apologize, he never got over being flushed down the toilet. [hit Carmine 2 more times] Carmine: Huh? Carmine: Yeah.
Samson: Who are you? Camo: Our names aren't important. Cloak: I'm Cloak, he's Camo.