The Land Before Time V: The Mysterious Island

Ducky:
I do not like swarming leaf gobblers. Oh, no, no, no.

Cera's Father:
As much as I don't like to agree with the long neck, I'm afraid he's right.

Cera:
I do'nt want to live with a bunch of three-horns. They're too bossy.

Petrie:
Petrie go... [he's grasped onto a tree]... but first, Petrie need help!

Petrie:
Friends no fight. Petrie not like!

Ducky:
I will miss Cera, Littlefoot and Petrie.

Petrie:
Me no miss Ducky. Me no miss Spike neither.

Ducky:
Maybe I will not miss you either.

Petrie:
Me hope they find us before something else does.

Ducky:
Something else? Like what? [they fall into a giant footprint]

Petrie:
Like whatever made this!

Ducky:
Spike, pay attention. You are supposed to be sad like the rest of us.

Cera:
This is like waiting for your hatch day. It never seems to get any closer.

Ducky:
I do not mind finding food. I do not want to be food.

Ducky:
I am so hungry, my tummy is rumbling.

Petrie:
Me hear it.

Ducky:
That is not my tummy. That is an earthshake!

Littlefoot:
[as everyone's hiding under a rock from the sharp tooth] I don't think he can reach us.

Ducky:
[the sharp tooth lifts the rock] I do not agree.

Cera's Father:
My daughter is gone, and I blame that boy of your's!

Grandpa:
Littlefoot? Why?

Cera's Father:
Because... I need someone to blame.

Littlefoot:
[as Petrie is covering his eyes] Petrie, what are you doing up there?

Petrie:
Me try to stay as far away from big water as me can.

Littlefoot:
At least we're safe from the swimming sharp tooth.

Cera:
Yeah, I'd much rather be eaten by the one that walks.

Littlefoot:
So, you like it here?

Chomper:
It's okay. There's not much food.

Cera:
Till now!

Chomper:
[about his parents] I'm sure they'll like you.

Cera:
How? Rare, medium, or well done?

Cera:
He's a sharp tooth! We're not his family! We're his diet!

Chomper:
I don't think it's safe for you guys to be here. My dad can smell you.

Petrie:
Us smell bad?

Chomper:
No. He thinks you smell good.

Petrie:
That's even worser!

Littlefoot:
What did she tell you?

Chomper:
She told me not to play with my food.

Littlefoot:
Ducky? Where'd she go?

Cera:
[to Chomper] You didn't have a mid-morning snack when we weren't watching, did you?

Elsie:
If you're gonna be seasick, please let Aunt Elsie know so she could duck?

Elsie:
So I was swimming along minding my own business when I saw this long neck on the beach.

Littlefoot:
That's my grandpa.

Elsie:
Is he now? So that's where you get your good looks!