The Penguins of Madagascar2008

Private:
Skipper, how cold is it?

Skipper:
Kowalski?

Kowalski:
I'm not certain, but I'd put the over-under at 17 degrees Fahrenheit.

[Taps beak]

Kowalski:
The freezing point of snot.

Private:
I've lost all feeling in my left cheek, Skipper.

Skipper:
That's my cheek, Private, and it's the right one. But don't worry. This joker can't hold out much longer.

[the professor turns on a space heater]

Skipper:
I stand corrected.