12884
Live-Action Man: It's a penguin!
12883
Duck #1: Hey look, I'm a bird. I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth. Duck #2: Honey, I'll be taking lunch on the moon today. Duck #3: What's the red thing on the neck? Turbo prop? So where's the exhaust? Don't answer that. Duck #1: Note the mighty wings. I suspect they sputter more than flutter. (They all laugh) Opus: They're obviously jealous of my nose. Anybody would be.
12882
Santa: I see no penguins here whose wings merely sputter. Tonight it was courage that flew yours beyond others. Time to fly, son.
12881
Opus: Wait outside, Bill, and please, try not to give anybody rabies.
12880
Opus: Excuse me, but I simply must fly.
12879
George the Kiwi: My puny kiwi wings weren't big enough for Delores. Oh no, oh no... she had to have AN ALBATROSS. With great big huge LONG WINGS. He was on hormones. You heard me, read my beak: HORMONES.
12878
Opus: As your records will show, Father Christmas, I am a bird. Specifically, a penguin. An embarrassing accident at birth, for which I do not blame my mother. I prefer to blame Congress.
12877
Truffles: How about a water buffalo?
12876
Truffles: You would not see ME trying to fly. Opus: I hope not. You're a pig. Truffles: Rhinocerous. Opus: Pig. Truffles: Rhinocerous. Opus: Pig. P-O-R-K. You know, the other white meat?
12875
Opus: We're going down because penguins can't fly.
12874
The Chicken: Pull up. Pull UP. Don't suck a duck into your turbines.
George the Kiwi: AN ALBATROSS. Suck up AN ALBATROSS. Yeah.
George the Kiwi: AN ALBATROSS. Suck up AN ALBATROSS. Yeah.
12873
Opus: I'll be flying on Christmas Morning... I'll be flying on Christmas Day.
12872
Truffles: Did you know that you've got a large rutabaga on your nose?
Opus: That IS my nose!
Opus: That IS my nose!
12871
(Bill coughs up a hairball) Duck #1, Duck #2, Duck #3: [All together] HAIRBALL!
12870
Opus: Aerotooter, aerotooter... aerotooter?
