Madagascar2005

Maurice:
[to Alex] Oh my, what big teeth you have. MAN!

Julien:
Shame on you, Maurice! Can you not see that you have insulted the freak? [to Alex] You must tell me, who the heck are you?

Alex:
I'm Alex. THE Alex. And this is Melman, Marty and Gloria.

Maurice:
And where exactly are you giants from, hmm?

Alex:
We're from New York, and--

Julien:
All hail the New York Giants!

Lemurs:
[cheer] NEW YORK GIANTS!!!

Alex:
[to Marty, Melman, and Gloria] All right, enough is enough. I say we just ask these BOZOS where the people are!

Julien:
Excuse me? We bozos have the people, of course!

Alex:
You do? That's good to know.

Melman:
Hey! The bozos have the people!

Julien:
They're up there. [points to some human skeletons hanging from parachutes snagged on the branches of a large tree] Don't you love the people? Not a very lively bunch though.

Alex:
Oh. So, do you have any... LIVE people?

Julien:
Uh, no. Only dead ones.

Maurice:
Man, if we had a lot of live people, it wouldn't be called the wild, would it?

Marty:
The wild?!

Alex:
Hold on a second there, fuzzbucket. You mean the live-in-a-mud-hut, wipe-yourself-with-a-leaf type wild?

Julien:
Who wipes? Ha ha!

Gloria:
Oy vey.