Fantastic Mr. Fox2009

Ash:
[after Mr. Fox has just lost his tail in the shooting] It'll-- It'll grow back, won't it?

Kylie:
Tails don't grow back.

Ash:
Tails don't grow back?

Kylie:
Uh-uh. Except for lizards.

Mr. Fox:
Tails don't grow back. I'm gonna be tail-less for the rest of my life.

Ash:
Well, anyway, it's not half as bad as double pneumonia, right? I mean, his dad's got one foot in the grave and three feet on a banana peel. That's a lot worse than just...

Kristofferson:
[ricochets an acorn around the room, which lands in the teacup he is holding. The others glare in amazement] Excuse me, everyone. I'm gonna go meditate for half an hour.

[exits quickly and slams the door]

Felicity:
[to Ash, sternly] You have got twenty-nine minutes to come up with a proper apology.

Ash:
[snaps, gestures wildly] Me? Me have an apology? He gets a bandit hat? He just got here, and he gets a bandit hat? Where's my bandit hat? Why didn't I get shot at? It's because, you... you... YOU THINK I'M NO GOOD AT ANYTHING!!! Well, maybe you're right, thanks. [stomps away angrily and closes door upon exit]

Kylie:
[sighs; to Mr. Fox] Told ya not to bring him.