Land Before Time

Ducky:
Petrie, do not feel sad. It is alright. Many things cannot fly. Rocks, trees, sticks, Spike...

Littlefoot's mother:
Let your heart guide you. It whispers so listen carefully.

Daddy Topps:
Come Cera, three horns never play with long necks.

Ducky:
Don't step on a crack, or you'll fall and break your back.

Cera:
My father told me that Flatheads have small brains.

Ducky:
My stomach is talking.

Littlefoot:
When will we get there?

Littlefoot's Mother:
The bright circle will pass over us many times, and we must follow it each day until it touches the ground.

Littlefoot:
Have you ever seen the Great Valley?

Littlefoot's Mother:
No.

Littlefoot:
Well, how do you know it's really there?

Littlefoot's Mother:
Some things you see with your eyes, others you see with your heart.

Littlefoot:
I don't understand, Mother.

Littlefoot's Mother:
You will, my son. You will.

Cera:
You again? Go away! That's MY Hopper.

Littlefoot:
I saw him first.

Cera:
Well, he's in my pond.

Littlefoot:
I'm going to the Great Valley. We could help each other.

Cera:
A three-horn does not need help from a long neck.

Littlefoot:
At least we won't be alone.

Cera:
Well, when I find my sisters, I won't BE alone! So, go away. Three-horns can be very dangerous, and they only talk with other three-horns, and they only travel with other three-horns.

Ducky:
Yep, yep, yep.

Petrie:
Mother present. Very important. I can stay here and let nobody touch it.

Ducky:
Yeah, Petrie. You keep it safe. Yep, yep, yep.

Littlefoot:
Nope, nope, nope. I'm not a carrier. Get off.

Ducky:
The tree is talking!

Littlefoot:
No it isn't.

Ducky:
You should not eat talking trees. Nope, nope nope.

Petrie:
I fly?

Ducky:
No, you falled.

Petrie:
I FALL?

Ducky:
You cannot fly? But how did you get way up there?

Petrie:
I climb.

Littlefoot:
But you are a flyer, not a faller.

Petrie:
Hard thing, to fly.

Littlefoot:
I guess it is. We can't do it.

Ducky:
Nope. We cannot do that alright.

Littlefoot:
We did it. We did it together.

Petrie:
You've got a nice flat head, Flat Head.

Cera:
Look at what they're doing. They're so greedy. What about me? I'm still hungry!

Petrie:
YOU hungry? I'm empty all the way to the top! Now we're at the Great Valley and STILL GOT NO GREEN FOODS! We be hungry FOREVER! Oh...

Littlefoot:
Petrie, Cera's wrong. THIS isn't the Great Valley.

Ducky:
It is not a Great ANYTHING.

Cera:
See? I can take care of myself all by myself. I'm not afraid to be alone, I know my way to go, AND I'm not afraid of Sharp Tooth... I hope he doesn't eat any of you!

Cera:
NOW do you believe me?

Littlefoot:
I'm sorry. We're safe now.

Cera:
Nobody's safe with you.

Littlefoot:
You can't quit now. What if the Great Valley's just over the top of these rocks?

Cera:
This is the Great Valley? You're crazy! I'm leaving!

Littlefoot:
Cera, we have to keep following the bright circle.

Cera:
I'm taking the easy way.

Littlefoot:
But it's the WRONG WAY!

Cera:
Who says?

Littlefoot:
My mother.

Cera:
Then SHE was a stupid long neck too.

Littlefoot:
Take that back!

Cera:
Never!

Littlefoot:
TAKE IT BACK!

Cera:
NO!

Littlefoot:
Go on! Go the wrong way! We never wanted you with us anyway.

Ducky:
Cera's way is easier.

Petrie:
I think so too.

Narrator:
Cera was too proud to admit that she'd gone the wrong way.

Petrie:
DANGER!!!!

Ducky:
Where, Petrie!

Petrie:
T-T-T-T-T-T-T-There!! Ahead!

Littlefoot:
Woah!!