Ice Age

Rachel: "He's not much to look at, but it's so hard to find a family man these days."
Jennifer: "Tell me about it. All of the sensitive ones get eaten."

"Yeah, well, I'm still trying to get rid of the last thing I saved."

Sid: "From now on, you'll have to refer to me as 'Sid, Lord of the Flame.'"
Manfred: "Hey, Lord of the Flame, your tail's on fire."

Diego: "Is its nose dry?"
Sid: "That means there's something wrong with it."
Diego: "Someone should lick it, just in case."

Sid: "Can I hang out with you?"
Manfred: "Sure. Climb on my back and relax the whole way."
Sid: "Really?"
Manfred: "No."

"Look at you. You're gonna grow up to be a great predator. I don't think so. What do you have, just a little patch of fur. No claws... no fangs... You're little folds of skin wrapped in... mush. What's so threatening about you?"

Manfred: "Hey, buddy, want a lift?"
Diego: "No, thanks. I'm saving what little dignity I've got left."
Sid: "You're hanging out with us now, pal. Dignity has nothing to do with it."

Dodo: "Prepare for the Ice Age."
Sid: "Ice Age?"
Diego: "I've heard of these crackpots."