The Madagascar Penguins in a Christmas Caper

Skipper:
[following a group of nuns] Blend! Blend!

[repeated line]

Skipper:
Hoover Dam!

Skipper:
Eggnog at 2100 hours, writing our names in the snow at 2105.

Private:
Skipper?

Kowalski:
Oh, no. He must be out there all by himself.

Skipper:
He's one of us, men. You all know the Penguin Credo.

Kowalski:
Never bathe in hot oil and Bisquick?

Skipper:
No.

[Rico speaks Japanese gibberish]

Skipper:
No, that's the Walrus Credo. It's "Never swim alone." Private's out there all by himself, and we never leave one of our own.

Kowalski:
Oh, yeah.

Skipper:
Let's go.

Private:
Thanks for rescuing me, Skipper.

Skipper:
Think nothing of it, young Private. It's the least we could do. You remember the Penguin Credo.

Private:
What does deep-frying in Bisquick have to do with any of this?

Skipper:
Not that one, the other one! "Never swim alone!" Alone! On Christmas! Don't you get it? Come on people, do I have to explain this to everybody?

Skipper:
He's in trouble.

Rico:
[starts to light a stick of dynamite] Kaboom!

Skipper:
Stand down, soldier. We're in observation mode.

Skipper:
[to the penguins] Grand Coolee Dam! Private's been captured.

Skipper:
Engage cranberries!

Skipper:
Kowalski, analysis!

Kowalski:
[eats some snow] Mmm... Adrenaline, sweat and sardines. These tracks are fresh sir!

Skipper:
He's close... I can feel it.

Skipper:
Shitake mushrooms! No more Mr. Cute and Cuddly.

Rico:
[grabs stang of dynamite] Kaboom-kaboom-kaboom!

Skipper:
Rico! Enough with the dynamite already!

Rico:
[sighs disappointed] Aww.

Skipper:
[to the penguins] Holy butterball!

[the old lady's dog, Mr. Chew, starts eating Private's Christmas sock, while Private's in it]

Private:
Nice doggy! Good Doggy! No, good boy! No! No! Don't eat me! No!

[Mr. Chew comes closer to Private and Private starts to panic]

Private:
Leave me alone! Don't eat me! AAAH!

[Skipper, Kowalski and Rico break in through a window, landing safely on a table]

Skipper:
Santa Claus has come to town!

Private:
Ooh, Skipper.

Private:
But no-one should be sad and alone on Christmas!

Skipper:
Exactly! So throw those troubles away and be merry!

Kowalski:
[as Rico drinks Egg-nog] Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!

Skipper:
Lets blow this popsicle stand, boys!

Rico:
[Grabs stick of dynamite] Kaaboooom?

Skipper:
Yes, Rico. Kaaboom.

Skipper:
[as Rico hold an anvil above the elderly lady's head] Rico! She didn't see anything!

Rico:
Eggno-o-o-og! Eggnog! Eggnog!

Old Lady:
[thinks that Private is a toy] Now this is woikmanship. So where's the gosh darn squeaker on this thing? It's gotta have a squeaker.

[Private farts]

Old Lady:
Now that's more like it.

Skipper:
[to Rico playing the "Knife game" at the dinner table] Rico! Not at the table.

Skipper:
[watching Rico chug eggnog] That boy can really hold down his nog.

Old Lady:
[to the taxi driver] I got a tip for ya! Drop dead!

Skipper:
What comes down must go up!

TV Announcer:
[Private flies across the room] Ryan takes the snap! [Private flies into a table covered in food] What a hit! Ryan is down!

Skipper:
Excelente!

Old Lady:
[to Mr. Chew] Why does Christmas have to be every year! What a pain the the ugh! The tape! It's so sticky!

Skipper:
[following Old Lady] Not on my watch, Blue Hair!

Kowalski:
How are we going to get inside?

Rico:
[Lights a fuse] Ka-boom! Ka-boom!

Skipper:
I have a better idea. [Puts out the fuse]

Rico:
Oh.

[last lines]

All:
[singing] Jingle Bells, monkeys smell / Melman laid an egg / Marty thinks that Alex stinks / And the camels say, "Oy vey!"

[first lines]

Private:
He looks so sad.

Skipper:
Rico, I want that tree up to muster.

Skipper:
Hold on a second! Something's missing!

Kowalski:
Cranberries: check! Eggnog: check!

Skipper:
Give me a headcount.

Kowalski:
[grabs abacus] We have three heads, sir!

Skipper:
Where's the private?

Kowalski:
Unknown sir! It would appear that he's

[grabs milk carton]

Kowalski:
missing!

[shows milk carton with a big 'missing' advert for the private]

Skipper:
Missing? Hoover Dam! Wait, there he is. He just went to bed. [pulls off sheets, revealing a bowling pin underneath] What the... [slapping the pin] What have you do with Private? Talk, Mister!

Kowalski:
Skipper, over here.

Skipper:
[to pin] I'll deal with you later.

Kowalski:
Yule log engaged.

Private:
Oh, that's perfect! Just the thing for a sad polar bear.

Rico:
[pulls out a stick of dynamite and a match] Kaboom?

Skipper:
Yes, Rico. Kaboom.

[Rico blows up the area surrounding the apartment door, causing the door itself to fall from the lack of support and giving the Penguins an escape route]