Legend of the Lost Tribe

Robbie:
Blitzen, let my friends go. Do what you want with me, but let the others go.

Blitzen:
No. Now shut up and die.

Blitzen:
Do you know what I practiced every day in prison, Robbie?

Robbie:
Was it the flute?

Blitzen:
No.

Robbie:
Conversational Spanish?

Blitzen:
No. Kung-fu!

Robbie:
I was worried it'd be something like that.

Old Jingle:
Yes, I'll send you an E-mail.

[picks up computer]

Old Jingle:
Anyone else going to the post box?

Old Jingle:
If there are any Vikings left, I'll gladly eat this sofa. [door bell rings] I may need more ketchup.

Koala:
You call this a resort? Look at those huts.

Robbie:
Chalets.

Koala:
I'd like to meet the one who built those.

Robbie:
Well, whoever did built those, I bet he worked really hard, and still has splinters. Ow!

Blitzen:
Power: one of the few things in life that's nicer than toast.

Donner:
I got some lighters.

Robbie:
I got a fold-out pan.

Prancer:
Turntables, mirror ball, speakers... I didn't think there was much nightlife out here, so I packed up my disco. Disco Prancer, it's an essential.

Robbie:
You know what the worst part of it is? He made us built our own trap.

Donner:
That's it! That's the best news ever.

Prancer:
What?

Donner:
Every one of us built one part of this. Robbie, what part did you build?

Robbie:
Over there. [points to a shoddily-built corner]

Donner:
That's it.

Robbie:
Huh?

Prancer:
Prancer? [Prancer blows on corner, planks fall apart]