Captain Gantu: Abomination!
Stitch: Stupid-head!
Grand Councilwoman: Can we not simply destroy the island?
Pleakley: NO, crazyhead! The mosquito's food of choice, primitive humanoid lifeforms, have colonies all over that planet.
Grand Councilwoman: Are they intelligent?
Pleakley: No. But they're very delicate. In fact, every time an asteroid strikes their
planet, they have to begin life all over. Fascinating, isn't it?
Jumba: [sees Pleakley trying on a wig] What are you doing?
Pleakley: [hiding wig] Nothing.
Jumba: Say, I want to try it on.
Pleakley: No.
Jumba: Share!
[wrestles wig from Pleakley]
Pleakley: Hey! Ow! You're just jealous 'cause I'm pretty!
Lilo: [creating voodoo dolls of her playmates] My friends need to be punished.
Mr. Cobra Bubbles: Heard you lost your job.
Nani: Well... I just quit that job, because the hours are just not conducive to raising a child...
[Stitch hits Cobra in the face with a ball]
Nani: Hey!
Mr. Cobra Bubbles: What is that?
Lilo: That's my puppy.
Mr. Cobra
Bubbles: Really?
[Adjusts neck]
Mr. Cobra Bubbles: Thus far you have been adrift in the sheltered harbor of my patience, but I cannot tolerate you being jobless. Do I make myself clear?
Nani: Perfectly.
Mr. Cobra Bubbles: And next time I see that dog, I want him to be a model citizen. Capisce?
Lilo: Uh... yes?
Mr. Cobra Bubbles: New job. Model citizen.
[Puts on sunglasses; one of the lenses pops off]
Mr. Cobra Bubbles: Good day.
Rescue Lady: Oh yes, mm-hmm, all of our dogs are adoptable.
[Lilo walks in with Stitch]
Rescue Lady: Except that one!
Nani: What is that thing?
Rescue Lady: A dog, I think... But it was dead this morning!
Nani: It was dead this morning?
Rescue Lady: Well
we thought it was dead, it was hit by a truck!
Gantu: [as the ship jolts] What was that?
Second Alien: I... don't think he's on the ship anymore...
Alien: Confirmed! He's taken a police cruiser.
Second Alien: Yeah... he took the red one.
Grand Councilwoman: A quiet capture would require an understanding of 626 that we do not possess! Who then, Mr. Pleakley, would *you* send for his extraction?
Pleakley: [thinks for a moment] Does he have a brother?
[Councilwoman rolls her eyes]
Pleakley: Close relative, perhaps?
[Later, in the prison where Jumba is
kept]
Pleakley: [nervously] Friendly cousin? Neighbor with a beard?
Grand Councilwoman: Take note of this. This creature is hereby sentenced to life in exile, a sentence that shall be henceforth served out here, on Earth. And as caretaker of the alien lifeform Stitch, this family is hereby under the protection of the United Intergalactic Federation. We'll be checking in now and then.
Mr. Cobra Bubbles: I was afraid you were
going to say that. This won't be easy to explain back at headquarters.
Grand Councilwoman: I know what you mean.