My Gym Partner's a Monkey

Bear:
Please Adam, come with us for mental help

Crockadle:
No, I not a nobody but I'm a WEENIE mon!

Winsor:
So this is where it all ends? If I had known I was headed for a premature demise, I'd have eaten more butter.

Ingrid:
I'd have spent more time apologizing for things I didn't do.

Slips:
I'd have eaten more butter.

Winsor:
Hey, that was mine.

Ingrid:
I'm sorry!

Adam:
Hey, I thought car rides made you sick.

Jake:
Can and did. I used your barf bag when you weren't looking.

Adam:
That's not a barf bag! That's my lunch!

Jake:
Really? What are you having? [looks inside] Ew, barf.

Principal Pixiefrog:
[faces a fawn] Aah! It's Beelzebub herself! Run for your lives!

Adam:
Some field trip. Hey, where are we going? Duh, I don't know. Let's drive off a cliff and find out. Animals.

Jake:
Oho, so that the way it is, eh? Put man out in the wild and his true nature comes out. Well, let me tell you something! [sobbing] That true nature hurts.

Principal Wolverine:
[Repeated line] Do I have to bite you on the buttocks?

Adam:
Jake, did you hear that?

Jake:
Of course I did. I'm an animal. The amazing thing is that you did.

Adam:
What do you mean by that?

Jake:
Well, you humans are constantly being surprised and ambushed by life. Everything startles you 'cause you don't see it coming.

Adam:
Oh, yeah? Prove it.

Jake:
Oh, Adam, Adam, Adam. I don't have to prove anythi... Boo! [Adam jumps out of his clothes and into the bushes]

Adam:
Hand me my clothes, will ya?

Jake:
No problemo, Adam.

Jake:
Four more books for my report. Research sure is hard work, but with this many books, I'm a shoo-in for an A-plus-plus-plus.

Adam:
Then you'd better get cracking. That report isn't going to write itself.

Jake:
Oh, yeah? How would you know? Come on, report, write yourself. Write yourself. Write yourself!

Adam:
I recommend actually reading the book. That may help.

Jake:
Oh, that may help, all right. Help me fall asleep.

Mrs.Tusk:
Ooh, looky here! A present. [Opens present] Oh, not again! PU! [Throws away present]

Adam:
Geez, what did you get her?

Mr. Hornbill:
Rhino pie. I made it myself.

Mrs.Tusk:
My name is *Mrs.* Tusk. Hear me now! Mrs.! Okay? I'm spoken for, ya crazy fool!

Mr. Hornbill:
If you're married, where's your ring?

Mrs.Tusk:
What are you, a wisenheimer? There's no place for a ring on these fat, fingerless mitts.

Jake:
Well, I learned an important lesson from this whole experience.

Adam:
What's that?

Jake:
Whipped cream doesn't make rhino pie taste any better.

Adam:
What just happened?

Jake:
What do you mean? A one-ton rhino just got beaten by an eight-ounce frog. Where were you the last thirty seconds?

Principal Pixiefrog:
I'm sure you'll find plenty of canidates, Mr. um... what did you say your name was again?

Ididnt:
Ididnt.

Principal Pixiefrog:
You didn't?

Ididnt:
No, Ididnt. My name is Ididnt

Principal Pixiefrog:
I'll just call you Larry!