Mushu: The truth is, we're both frauds. Your ancestors never sent me, they don't even like me. But you risked your life to help people you love. I risked your life to help myself. At least you had good intentions.
[Cri-Kee chirps sadly at Mushu]
Mushu: What? What do you mean you're not lucky? You *lied* to me?
[Cri-Kee nods sadly]
Mushu: [to Mulan's horse] And what are you, a sheep?
Quasimodo: [to a baby bird] Good morning.
[the baby bird chirps in greeting]
Quasimodo: Will today be the day? Are you ready to fly?
[baby bird chirps sadly]
Quasimodo: You sure? Good day to try.
[lifts the bird out of the nest]
Quasimodo: Why, if-if I picked a day to fly, oh, this would
be it. The Festival of Fools!
[the baby bird gulps, then chirps sadly again]
Quasimodo: It'll be fun, with jugglers, an-and music and dancing!
[the baby bird now starts flapping its wings, and flies in place as Quasimodo chuckles, until a flock of birds flies past, then the bird chirps excitedly]
Quasimodo: Go on! Nobody wants to be
cooped up here forever.
[the bird chirps happily, then flies away to join the flock]