Alex: [Marty drives a van] What're you doing? Zebras can't drive, only penguins and people can drive!
Jonesy the Dog: Why should we even help them? They're not even circus.
Vitaly: That's Bolshevik!
Skipper: As much as I hate to admit it in American soil, the Ruskie's right.
Marty: [singing and dancing] Da-da-dadadada-da-da, circus, da-da-dadadada-da-da, afro! Circus afro, circus afro! Polka dot, polka dot, polka dot afro!
Alex: ...Really?
Melman: How are a zebra, a hippo, a lion and a giraffe going to walk into a casino in Monte Carlo?
Marty: I don't know. Ask the rabbi.
Skipper: [Having a pillow fight with the other penguins] You all pillow fight like little girls!
[Rico hits Skipper hard with a pillow, feathers fly out]
Skipper: Chimichanga! These pillows are stuffed with baby birds!
Alex: The Colosseum, the original theater in the round, Marty. You know, my ancestors used to perform here.
Marty: No kiddin'?
Alex: Yeah. Every show had a captive audience. Apparently, they killed.
Skipper: You better know what you're doing. You're blowing away the Private's college fund.
Private: I'll never be President!
Marty: Man, that is one ugly, mag-ugly lady! That is roach-killing ugly!
Alex: Wait a minute, that's no lady, that's the King of Versailles; and that's not the King of Versailles, that's the chimps! And the chimps are smoke, and where there's smoke, there's fire, and by fire, I mean the penguins!
Vitaly: It is impossible.
Alex: It was always impossible. That's why the people loved it.
Vitaly: That is why I loved it, because I did the impossible.
Capitaine Chantel DuBois: You know what they say. When in Rome...
[jumps onto police scooter]
Capitaine Chantel DuBois: VIVA LA FRANCE!
King Julien XIII: It is clear that I am just an emotional whoopee cushion for you to sit on. When you look for where I am, I won't be there!
King Julien XIII: [in a train] Hey, this is not first class!
Maurice: Oh! Definitely coach.
King Julien XIII: [to a female bear] Has anyone ever told you that you look like a supermodel, albeit a fat, hairy one, who smells?
[the Bear eats him... and pulls him out by his tail]
King Julien XIII: Whoa-ha-ha!
Skipper: Grab your luggage and drain your bladders, it's gonna be a long trip.
Marty: I'm like a candy cane in a black and white movie.
King Julien XIII: Sonya! I miss you, baby! I miss your stinky kisses!
[the group is observing their old homes from outside the zoo gates]
Alex: Hmm... My rock looks smaller than I remember it being...
Marty: Hey, look, it's the mural! Heh, doesn't quite capture the real thing, does it?
Gloria: Well, there's our homes... I forgot about that wall between us, Melman. Was that always there?
