Grandpa Longneck: lol.
Mr. Threehorn: I feel so happy, I want everyone to see! It's like the bright circle, shining inside of MEEEEE!
A Rainbowface: That wouldn't be telling, would it?
Sierra: I'm completely against this rash, violent action, and will cry if anyone is hurt ever again.
Ducky: F%*# F%*# F%*#!
Mo: Oh woe is me.
Spike: God, you guys are juvenile delinquents, always running away and getting owned, possibly maimed and r---
Anyone: I thought you couldn't talk!
Spike: I'm not. I'm making grunting noises to make you think I am.
Cera: AMAZING!
Spike:....Look, I'm changing the subject!
Everyone:...
Spike: INCONSPICUOUSLY!
Littlefoot, to Doc: Stop calling me that. I'm not your kid.
Pterano: Whoops.
Littlefoot, to Bron: I've just seen a talking head!
Bron: So can I, and it's wasting my time.
Petrie: Do I HAVE to go on an adventure?
Petrie's mom: Yes, it's a genetic marker. An allergy to be anti-adventure-going. We all have to learn to rise above our chromosomes.
Doc: Stop being taller than me!
Ducky: I seriously have so much rage right now. Like. I want to tie my friends down and beat them soundly with a big thick tree branch, relishing their screams as their teeth are mashed out of their heads and their jaws crunches into a fine paste, then as their eyes eventually bleed out of their skull and burst from the pressure, running down their face in a glorious river of excruciating pain.
Rinkus: Quick, Tickles, do something!
Tickles: Why? Is the world ending?
Rinkus: It COULD be ending. SLOWLY! GLOBAL WARMING, OH MY GOD!
Littlefoot: -sighs and looks at the sharpteeth charging towards them-
Cera: -looks, too- This is wonderful! Someone is trying to kill us!
Littlefoot: Terrific.
Cera: Do you know what that means!?
Littlefoot: Yes. We're going to die.
Cera: Apart from that.
Littlefoot: Apart from that!?
Cera: It means we must be on to something!
Littlefoot: How soon can we get off it?
Cera: But the ADVENTURE and EXCITEMENT...D:
Littlefoot: -starts to walk away-
Cera:...The EXCITEMENT of the ADVENTURE of DISCOVERY...
Littlefoot: Cera, shut up. No one cares.