King Julien: Be giving it up, flightless bird. I already have three batteries.
Skipper: But your noisemaker needs all four, and the only way you're getting this one is if you pry it from my cold, dead flippers.
King Julien: Ugh! Sounds gross... but doable!
King Julien: Skipper, if only one of us makes it out of here, then let it be... Joey.
King Julien: Yes. Without the beatings, this place isn't half bad.
Maurice: Oh, my feet are killing me.
King Julien: Not as much as I will if you stop dancing.
Maurice: But your majesty, we just can't boogie-oogie-oogie like you.
Mort: I wanna go to bed!
King Julien: No! Last week the baboons shook their shiny red buttocks eighteen hours straight. I will not be outpartied.
Joey: Come down here, you bludgers, before I chuck a wobbly.
King Julien: Have you never heard such a mangling of the language with which we are speaking?
King Julien: Everyone I care about made it! Happy ending! But what is this feeling I am feeling? It is not a happiness.
[Sees Joey beating up Skipper]
King Julien: It is a feeling that I have not done all I could have done. I do not like it. How do I make it go away?
King Julien: Okay, crazyish idea. You help me get out of this place.
Skipper: Team up, with you?
King Julien: I was thinking more like you do all the work, and I will watch with anticipation.
Maurice: Mort, what are you doing?
Mort: I'm dancing!
Maurice: Give it a rest! Julien has no way of knowing if we're dancing or not.
Mort: Oh, you're right.
[the batteries Julien tossed fall on them; they start dancing again]
Maurice: He knows! He knows!
Mort: I like dancing to exhaustion!
Skipper: What's the matter, wallaby? Can't kick a moving target?
Joey: Wallaby? I'm a kangaroo, mate!
King Julien: You must take the music inside of you, swish it around and spit it out through your tail. Just do as I do. Take in the music...
King Julien: Hey, not all the music, you greedies!
Maurice: It wasn't us.
King Julien: Then what else could make our boomy box stop booming?