Private the Penguin: Skipper... don't you think we should tell them the boat's out of gas?
Skipper the Penguin: Naah… just smile and wave boys, smile and wave.

Skipper: You didn't see anything!

Marty: I'm ten years old and I don't even know if I'm black with white stripes or white with black stripes!

Skipper: Hey, quadruped. Sprechen Sie Englisch?
Marty: I sprechen.
Skipper: What continent is this?
Marty: Manhattan.
Skipper: Hoover Damn! We're still in New York! Dive! Dive! Dive!

Skipper: Remember, cute and cuddly, boys. Cute and cuddly.

Maurice: Where are you giants from?
Alex: We're from New York.
Julian: All hail the New York Giants!

Marty: The penguins are going, so why can't I?
Alex: Marty, the penguins are psychotic.

Skipper: *on arriving at Antarctica* Well, this sucks!

Alex: Here come the people, Marty! Oh, I love the people! It's fun people fun time!

Julian: After much deep and profound brain things inside my head, I have decided to thank you for bringing peace to our home. And to make you feel good, I'm going to give you this lovely parting gift. *presents Alex with his crown*
Alex: No, I couldn't. Really, I can't take your crown.
Julian: Oh, that's OK. I've got a bigger crown. It's got a gecko on it. Look at him shake! Go, Stevie, go!

Gloria: Melman! Are you okay?
Melman: Yeah. I often doze off while I'm getting an MRI.
Alex: Melman, you're not getting an MRI.
Melman: CAT scan?
Alex: No! No CAT scan! It's a transfer! It's a zoo transfer!
Melman: Zoo transfer? Oh, no. No, no. I can't be transferred. I have an appointment with Dr. Goldberg at five. There are prescriptions that have to be filled! No other zoo can afford my medical care! And I am not going HMO!
Marty: Take it easy, Melman. We are gonna be o-kizzay.
Alex: No, we're not gonna be o-kizzay! Because of you, we're ruined!