Sprung! The Magic Roundabout (2005)
Dylan: Chill out guys, I've got something stashed that just might help.
Brian: Dylan, we don't have time to indulge in recreational activities...
[Zebedee is explaining Zebad's evil plan]
Zebedee: Nothing will grow. Not even grass.
Dylan: No grass? Right we've got a problem, man.
Dylan: Sorry, I don't believe in violence.
[Karate chops skeletons]
Dylan: ... Except in self defense.
Ermintrude: Surely it's only a short hop for such a brave bunny.
Dylan: More like a long drop for a dumb rabbit.
ZeBadDee: Today, one soldier, tomorrow, the world! And then perhaps... three more soldiers!
Brian: Sticks and stones may break my bones but names will never hurt me.
ZeBadDee: Very well! Sam, bring out the sticks and stones!
Brian: [to Moose] Have you seen our friend Dougal? Big black noise, looks like a bad hair day on legs.
ZeBadDee: Give me that map... please?
Brian: Over my dead body!
ZeBadDee: Sam, get out the garlic butter. I'm feeling a little peckish.
Brian: You're bluffing!
ZeBadDee: Try me, you spineless slime-spreader!
[Dylan is looking at the buttons on the train, and sees one marked with a spring]
Dylan: Hey, maybe this is some kind of anti-spring device.
[he presses button. Brian is catapulted upwards]
Brian: I can fly!
Brian: No, I can't.
Dylan: Or maybe it's an ejector seat.
ZeBadDee: When I leave someone for dead, I expect them to die! Can't even do that right, heh?
Soldier Sam: Er, can I ask about holidays?
Zeebad: Three weeks in summer.
Soldier Sam: Very generous, sir.
Zeebad: Not that it will ever be summer again...
Zeebad: [giving advice on evil laughter] No Sam, it's all in the back of the throat.
Dougal: You're a despicable fiend!
Zeebad: I know.
Zeebad: It's a gift, really. Compassion is such a weakness.
Train: [scared of jungle sounds] What's this? I'll go in a tunnel. I'm a train, I like tunnels.
Ermintrude: Oh, the cruel hands of time!
Dylan: [teeth chattering because of the cold] But if it, if it wasn't for time, every- everything would hap- happen at once!