P: Hey, hahaha! Come here! Hahaha...
T: Dad! I ate a bug today!
P: Oh! Was Mom baking again? Don't tell her I said that.
Chi: I heard that! Okay, everybody, move aside. Lady with a baby coming through.
B: Ow!
K: Hit the road, Bucky! Aah! Ow! Huh? Uh-oh. No, no. No.
B: Da da da?
K: No. No. No, don't. ::pause:: HA! Ahh! No Ahh! Aah! You killer jaguars...whoa!
A: You're not just gonna let him die like that, are you?
Kr: My shoulder angel.
D: Don't listen to that guy! He's trying to lead you down the path of righteousness. I'm gonna lead you down the path that rocks!
A: Oh, come off it!
D: You come off it!
A: You!
D: You!
A: You!
D: You infinity!
A: Gr...
D: Listen up, big guy, I've got three good reasons why you should just walk away. Number One: look at that guy! He's got that sissy stringy music thing.
A: We've been through this. It's a harp, and you know it.
D: Oh, right, that's a harp and that's a dress.
A: Robe!
D: Reason number two: Look what I can do. Haha!
Kr: Wha--what does that have to do with anythi--
A: No, no, he's got a point.
Kr: Listen, you guys, you're sort of confusing me, so be gone, or, you know, however I get rid of you guys.
D: That'll work.
Announcer: Please remain seated an keep your arms and legs in at all times.
Kr: Whee! Faster, faster! Yzma, put your hands in the air! Woohoo!!
Y: Ah, how shall I do it? Oh, I know. I'll turn him into a flea. A harmless little flea. And then I'll put that flea in a box and I'll put that box inside another box, and then I'll mail that box to myself and when it arrives--ahahahahaha!--I'll smash it with a hammer! It's brilliant brilliant brilliant I tell you! Genius I say! Or, to save on postage, I'll just poison him with this! Take it Kronk, feel the power.
Kr: Oh, I can feel it.
Y: Our moment of triumph approaches! It's dinnertime!
Y: Oooohhh....Your Highness!
K: Ahem. Uh, you were doing it again.
Y: ::giggles nervously:: Doing? Doing? Doing what?
K: Doing my job. I'm the Emperor and you're the Emperor's advisor. Remember that?
Y: Oh, but, Your Highness, I was only dealing wiht meaningless peasant matters...(continues on unintelligibly)
K(narrator): Whoa. Look at thses wrinkles. What is holding this woman together? What they--? How long has that been there?
Kronk: Good thinking, Yzma. What do you say Kuzco?
K: Whoa, no touchy! No touchy! No touch!
Guy: Uh, excuse me, Your Highness. The village leader is here to see you.
K: Oh, great, send him in. Oh, and by the way, you're fired.
Y: Fired? What do mean fired?
K: Uh, how else can you say it? You're being let go, your department's being downsized, you're part of an outplacement, we're going in a different direction, we're not picking up your optino. Take your pick. I've got more!