Sid: For a second there, I actually thought you were gonna eat me.
Diego: I don't eat junk food.
[passing a Stonehenge-like structure]
Manfred: Modern architecture. It'll never last.
Manfred: Diego, spit that out. You don't know where it's been.
Dodo: This is our private stockpile for the Ice Age. Sub arctic temperatures will force us underground for a billion, billion years.
Manfred: So you got three melons?
Manfred: Okay, you. Check for poop.
Sid: Hey, why am I the poop-checker?
Manfred: Because returning the runt was your idea, because you're small and insignificant, and because I'll pummel you if you don't.
Sid: ...Why else?
Manfred: NOW, Sid!
Diego: Whoo, yeah! Who's up for round two?
[pause; embarrassed]
Diego: Um, t-t-tell the kid to be more careful.
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: [playing peek-a-boo] Where's the baby?... There he is!
[the baby's only reaction is blinking; it is so startled it's quieted]
Diego: Where's the baby?... there he is!
Manny: [the baby begins crying again] Stop it, you're scaring him!
Diego: The baby? Please. I was just returning it to its herd.
Sid: Oh, yeah. Nice try, Bucktooth.
Diego: You calling me a liar?
Sid: I didn't say that.
Diego: You were thinking it.
Sid: [whispering, to Manny] I don't like this cat. He reads minds.
Diego: "Us"? You two are a bit of an odd couple.
Manfred: There is no "us"!
Diego: I see. Couldn't have one of your own, so you decided to adopt.
Diego: I've eaten things that didn't complain this much.
Manfred: If you find a mate in life, you should be loyal. In your case, grateful.
Sid: My feet are sweating.
Diego: Do we need a news flash every time your body does something?
Manfred: He's doing it for attention, just ignore him.
Sid: [after Diego snuffs out the fire on his tail] Thank you. From now on, I'm gonna call you "Diego..."
Diego: Lord of Touch Me and You're Dead.
Dodo: Prepare for the Ice Age.
Sid: Ice Age?
Diego: I've heard of these crackpots.
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.
