The Penguins of Madagascar (TV Series)
King Julien: A predator! Quick, Maurice! Activate the falcon shield!
Maurice: Right away, your highness.
[Maurice puts Mort tied to a stick in front of Kitka]
Skipper: What's with Sad-eyes?
Maurice: [Smears sauce on Mort] Barbecue sauce?
Mort: I'm yummy with cornbread.
King Julien: If you still have room for dessert, you can eat the dumpy one too. He will not mind.
Maurice: [Stammering] Say what?
Skipper: Why, Miss Kitka. Is that our hollowed bone structure, or are we dancing on air?
Private: Skipper, hasn't Kitka's behavior seemed a little strange this week?
Skipper: Strangely attractive, or strangely compelling?
Kowalski: Skipper, I believe Private meant strange in the "Oh, sweet mercy, we are going to be torn to shreds and swallowed into a churning cauldron of digestive juices!" sort of way.
Kitka: I can't watch!
King Julien: Okay. Then I will describe it to you in really boss sound effects. Check it out. Flang! Scraw! Ook!
Skipper: A huntress, eh? Winged mistress of the skies. Enchante, Miss...
Kitka: Kitka. Sorry if I frightened you.
Skipper: Frightened? Ha! Ma'am, I eat fright for breakfast.
Kowalski: With skeleton marshmallows.
Skipper: Well, I hope you all learned something about not judging others. Miss Kitka is clearly a fine, non-zoo-animal-eating citizen.
Kitka: That's right. I only ate one squirrel, and he wasn't even from the zoo. Oh, excuse me a sec.
[She barfs up Fred the squirrel]
Fred: It's a nice flight, but the snacks in there are terrible.
Skipper: I think we should see other people.
Skipper: You guys haven't gotten to know Miss Kitka like I have. She's a beautiful huntress of the skies, with razor sharp talons and a beak that could cut through battleship steel. Hiya! Ping!
Skipper: Incoming missile!
Kitka: Look out!
Private: Skipper, did that missile just tell us to look out?
Skipper: What kind of fresh madness is this?
Skipper: Forget it, you two. They always pick Private. Adorableness is his secret weapon.
Marlene: Secret weapon?
Skipper: Sure, we all have one. Mine is fearless moxie, Kowalski's is scientific genius, Rico's is psychotic derangement, and Private's is adorableness.
Private: Gee, Skipper, I think anyone can be on the cover. All you have to do is believe.
Skipper: See? Secret weapon.
Kowalski: As I was saying, the culprit is...
King Julien: Me! I confess! I did it! Mort was camera-hogging all the glory, so I got rid of him! Who knew the depths of my depravity?
Maurice: No, you didn't! I was with you the whole time.
King Julien: Oh. Well in that case, disregard my previous apology.
Mort: Even though I am a ghost, I still have your feet. Yay!
Kowalski: Can I finish my sentence, please? The culprit is... someone... excedingly mean, or at the very least, not nice.