Rio Quotes

Linda: Um. Look, I know you're doing your job, but I can't... well, Blu is very particular. And we have our little routine here. And we're not big on travel. Heck, he doesn't even fly!
Tulio: But of course he can fly.
[takes Blu and inspects him]
Tulio: He's a perfect specimen.
Linda: Uh... what you are

doing?
Tulio: Don't worry, their natural instincts always tell them to fly.
[he lets Blu go so that he will fly]
Linda: Wait! Wait! Wait! No! No!
[Blu crashes on to the ground]
Tulio: Well, almost always.
Linda: Blu!

Linda: [to Blu after picking him up from his fall] Are you okay?
Tulio: Perhaps he's too domesticated.
Linda: It was very nice of you to stop in and squawk around and throw my bird. But now it's time for you to go.
Tulio: Well... I... I'm very sorry. I'm... I'm very sorry. But... wait... wait! Linda! Linda!

[Linda walks him out of her shop]
Tulio: This could be our last chance.
Linda: Have a safe flight.
[she shuts her shop door in his face and walks away]
Tulio: Linda, please listen to me! If we don't do this, his whole species will be gone!
[he throws his business card through her shop door post flap]

Tulio: Just think about it.

Blu: Natural instincts. There's nothing natural about being thrown halfway across a room. Well, I'll show him.
[reading a book about flying]
Blu: I can do this. I just have to work out the physics. I have quadrated my vector angles. I have adjusted for wind shear. Positive reinforcement. Good. Okay. Let's see. Flaps open.
[opens his wings]

Blu: Perfect. Landing gear.
[wiggles his claws]
Blu: Check. Tail flaps.
[flaps his tail]
Blu: Operational. And actually... not bad.
[as he prepares to fly for the first time]
Blu: This is it! Let's fly! Just keep it simple. Thrust, lift, drag and weight. Thrust, lift, drag, weight.

[speeds up to get off the table]
Blu: Thrust, lift, drag, weight. Thrust, lift, drag, wei... wai... wait!
[gets scared and tries to stop himself, but instead falls from the table]

Blu: [Nico and Pedro approach Blu] I... am... not... from... here.
Pedro: Hey, Nico, he's a tourist!
Nico: Funny, you don't look like one.
Blu: Really? I... I don't?
Pedro: Except you got pigeon doodle on your nose.
[Blu wipes the sun cream from his beak]

Blu: Oh no no, this is just SPF three thousand.

Linda: [crying after finding out Blu has been taken] This is all my fault!
Tulio: No, Linda! Linda! Please! This is not your fault.
Linda: You're right. It's not my fault. It's your fault!
Tulio: What?
Linda: With your little bird talk! And that whole 'last of his species'! Well, you

know what? Squawk, squawkety, squawk, squawk! Haah!
[realizing what she's done]
Linda: I'm sorry! I didn't mean to curse!
Tulio: I... I don't understand. Sylvio is the best guard in the business!

Police Officer: [Linda and Tulio watch as Sylvio gets questioned by a police officer] So let me get this straight? You were attacked by a little white bird?
Sylvio: Yes! With this rag!
[he holds up a small white rag]
Sylvio: He held it to my mouth, like... like this!
[he holds the rag against his mouth, takes a breath

and faints to the ground; the police officer catches the rag, takes a sniff of it and also faints]
Linda: We're doomed.

Blu: [Blu chants to himself with fear whilst trapped in a cage] Okay. Okay. There's no place like home, there's no place like home! Oh, how I wish I was back in my own cage, with my mirror and my swing and my little bell! Oh, how I miss my bell.
Jewel: Shh! Play dead.
[she drops to the floor of the cage]
Blu: I don't need to

play dead, I'm about to have a heart attack!
Jewel: Just do it!
Blu: Oh, fine!
[he fakes a fall and starts twitching]
Jewel: Stop twitching!
Blu: Come on! It's the twitching that sells it.

Marcel: [a boy places the cage holding Blu and Jewel on the table in front of Marcel] Well, what do you know? Good work, Fernando. You see, boys. What did I tell you about this one?
Tipa: That you were going to pay him half as much as you said?
[Marcel slaps Tipa in the face to shut him up]
Marcel: No! You idiot! That he

reminds me of myself when I was that age. Smart, resourceful. Here you go, kid.
[he hands the boy some money]
Fernando: Hey! This is only half of what you promised me!
Marcel: Ah, shut up, kid!
[takes the cover off the cage to see Blu and Jewel looking dead]
Marcel: What the...?
[he picks up Jewel]

Marcel: I thought I told you I needed these birds alive! Tell me, Fernando, does this look alive to you? Huh?
[Jewel bites Marcel's thumb and flies away]

Nigel: [jumping onto the cage Blu and Jewel are being held in] Oh, I know I'm not a pretty birdy. But I used to be quite a looker.
[shows them a poster with himself looking dashing on it]
Nigel: A star! Lights. Camera. Action!
[he starts singing]
Nigel: I was striking, suave, ambitious. Feet to beak. So bodylicious. Now

I am wild. I am villainous and vicious. Oh! And malicious. I had it all. A TV show. Women too! I was tall, over one foot two! And then they got a pretty parakeet to fill my shoes. That's why I'm so evil why I do what I do!
[a chorus of birds starts singing]
Chorus of birds: He was a super star!
Nigel: So young and vital.
Chorus of birds: He's ghastly!

Nigel: A South American Idol!
Chorus of birds: He's a suspicious bird!
Nigel: Who said that about me?
Chorus of birds: A very vicious bird.
Nigel: I'll have you rotisseried! I'm a feathery freak, with a beak. A bird murder! You think you're badder than me. I never head of ya. I'm evil. I'll fill your cheese balls

with weevils!
[continues his singing to Blu and Jewel]
Nigel: I poop on people and I blame it on seagulls.
[we see a seagull nearby]
Nigel: It was him.
Chorus of birds: He's a nasty bird!
Nigel: I'm invincible. I'm unmincable. I'm unwashable. Unrinsable. Like an abandoned school, I have no principle. Full

of Brazilian birds. All eighty million birds. I tell you what I'm going to do. I'm going to make you.
[to the chorus of birds who continue singing]
Nigel: Shut up now. Shut up!
[the chorus of birds stop singing]
Nigel: It's just me.
[to Blu and Jewel]
Nigel: I will make you ugly too! Sweet nightmares.

[laughs wickedly and flies away]
Blu: Not cool, man! Scary, but not cool!

Marcel: Nigel?
[Nigel flies over onto Marcel's shoulder]
Marcel: This bird is ten times smarter than the two of you combined.
Tipa: Yeah, well if he's so smart, then why don't you put him in charge?
Marcel: I am putting him in charge.
Armando: [to Tipa] Stop suggesting things!

Marcel: Go find them, Nigel.
[Nigel flies out of the window in search of Blu and Jewel]

Rafael: Eva, my love. I must take this couple to see Luiz.
Eva: Luiz? Huh! You don't fool me for a second. You and your amigo just want to sneak off to carnival.
Rafael: Oh, carnival! that magical time when I met the most beautiful bird in the world.
[he hugs Eva and blows an air kiss towards her]
Eva:

Aah!
[Jewel huffs at Blu with disgust]