[Adam and Jake tie up both Slips and Carl to chairs as Jake rips the taped piece off of Slips' mouth, causing him to yelp in pain, and does the same to Carl, and they both growl at each other]
And did that mean anything to you two before Mr. Mandrill pointed it out? No! You were really good friends. Now, I'm gonna undo the ropes, and I want you both to make up and be friends again.
Mr. Lyon, your intentions, as honorable yet entirely contrary to animal nature as they might be, are completely pointless. [to Carl] Mr. Mongoose, your parents are waiting for you in my office. They're withdrawing you from our little slice of heaven and enrolling you in a private all-mongoose academy.
After a whole day of everyone finding their natural enemies, [smiles] turns out, I don't even have one. [James walks up to him and kicks him in the shin]
Wait! I didn't come here today to talk about circus elephants or salted peanuts. I came here 'cause ever since my day with Mrs. Warthog ended, I felt a profound lack of purpose in my life.
All right, listen up, munchkins. My name's Ted, and your names don't matter, so put your empty heads down and shut your yaps while us grown-ups talk business. [points to Donald Deer] You!
DDonald
[confused] Huh?
TTed
Yes, you! Quiet down over there before I take those antlers and mount them on the wall!
[A little later in Principal Pixiefrog's office…]
DDonald
[sobbing] It was horrible! He threatened to mount my antlers on a wall! He's so insensitive!
TTed
Let me give you the straight poop, swampy. I'm an oxpecker, see, and this piece of roadkill over here has obviously never seen a personality before. He must be having some sort of allergic reaction.
Kissing. You boys have any idea how dangerous this kissing business can be? Oh, I don't mean just a few welts and bruises. I'm talking about a big change that come from a seemingly innocent smooch with a lady.
[falls to the ground, rolled up] Hey, Adam. You can hang out with me. [uncurls himself] I could you show you my superfluous toenail. No one ever sees that. [lifts up his fur, revealing an extra toenail growing on his right leg]
[noticing a rope and sign] What's this say? [reads the sign] "Stand in circle on floor to get your collectible diecast prisons and lizards figurine." [steps into the circle; to the viewers] Well, I had this situation read all wrong. [Bull reels him in] Bull, what's the meaning of this?! You got my glasses all wet! How cliché.
"In 1973, a 783-ton oil tanker crashed…" [getting interrupted by Rufus' laughter; trying to concentrate] "…into an iceberg, killing 1.6 million live animals…" [Rufus continues laughing; snapping agitatedly] YOU THINK THIS IS REALLY FUNNY, HUH, RUFUS?!
That was more humiliating. Anyway, back to Rufus. Rufus doesn't have any taste in comedy! My grandma has better taste in comedy! And what's up with that laugh?! [mocks Rufus' laughter] That's not a real laugh! That's a laugh of a phony! A phona-rific phony! [A sound of a toilet flushing is heard from the stall and he and Jake turn around to see a fully heartbroken Rufus, hearing everything] Hey, Rufus. You're looking pretty flushed. [chuckles nervously; Rufus suddenly bursts into tears, bawling, and runs out of the boys' bathroom] Rufus, wait!
[Rufus approaches the lockers where Windsor is putting up his books, still bawling]