Skipper: Eyes on the prize Kowalski, crack this new habitat control system and we'll be swimming in all the fish we can stomach!
Rico: FI-I-ISH!!! Kowalski: I'm trying but this is the most advanced encryption I've ever seen. It's got sudoku with fractions!
Skipper: Did you try inputting the master code?
Kowalski: Dah! Nothing!
Skipper: Hmm. Run it backwards.
Skipper: Okay, now try starting at 3 and--
Kowalski: Wow, we're in!
Skipper: Way to hack that mainframe Rico!
Private: Skipper, look! There's a scary man!
Skipper: (guilty) Well boys, looks like they finally tracked me down. Those Danes really know how to hold a grudge.
Max: (overjoyed) Penguins!
Skipper: Moon Cat!
Max: It's uh... Max. And you know... I'm not really from the moon...
Skipper: Yes, but the name just works.
Max: Yeah that's great, now help me!
Max: --Hide me! SAVE ME!!
Kowalski: We are in your debt from the exceptional hospitality you showed us on our Lunar Mission.
Private: Are the Danes after you too?
Max: Huh? No! It's Animal Control! They're onto me!Do you know what those maniacs do to stray cats? DO YOU?!!
Max: Me neither.
Skipper: Well you're not gonna find out tonight. Let's roll, boys! So how many enemy agents are we talking about? Because if it's more than a baker's dozen, we may need to jumbo brass knuckles! And... knuckles.
Officer X: (he comes over to Max with a cage over him) You're pound cake, kitty.
Skipper: Kowalski, options!
Kowalski: Strategic retreat, Skipper?
Kowalski: It's like running away, but manlier.
Officer X: Interfering with Animal Control buisness. Just like a penguin.
Kowalski: Once you hit the sewers, find an alligator, named "Roger", and give him this secret code phrase: "Help me. Oh, please. Please help me. For the sweet love of mother mercy, please help me escape the Animal Control Officer who's chasing me.". (pause) He'll know what it means.
Max: (greatfully) You birds are the best!
Skipper: Stay solid, compadre. Well done, men. Mission accompl--What in the name of candied yams?
Max: Booby traps! Everywhere!
Skipper: Sweet science of boxing! He's sealed off the entire perimeter! The man knows his technique.
Max: We gotta run!
Skipper: Escape is no longer an option, my feline friend. We'll have to hide you in the zoo 'til "Johnny Law" cools his heels.
Max: Anything you say! My 9 lives are in your hands! Hoo, boy. There's, uh... (breathes) not much, uh, fresh air in here, eh? (coughs)
Kowalski: Try to conserve oxygen by shutting down any unnecessary brain functions.
Skipper: Rico, show him how it's done.
Skipper: Just keep it down and everythign will be OK.
King Julien: Ha ha! Midnight bounce party! Ain't no bouncy like a midnight bouncy 'cause the midnight bouncy don't-- Huh. Hey, the royal bouncy is very screamy tonight. (bounces again) I must bounce with extra violence to release the trapped spirits! Maurice, bring the spirit plunger! We've got a clogger!
Max: Why are we doing this again?
Kowalski: We're leaving your scent in this habitat as bait. Mr. Animal Control comes in, Joey the foul-tempered kangaroo takes him out.
Officer X: Pure kitty. No buts about it.
Officer X: I fell too far behind. They must've shaken my tail, taken the rear exit, cut around the backside. This ends here.
Skipper: What's wrong with Private? I haven't seen him like this since our mission to Butztown, PA.
Joey: Oi! You, ratbag! Joey don't like trespassers in his bizzo, mate! You not hearing, then? Joey's gonna have to teach you to listen, eh?
Skipper: You think he'd teach me that move?
Skipper: Update me, chimp.
Mason: (exhausted) Ugh. He simply isn't human. No man can take that much poo without dropping.
Max: What're we gonna do?! I ain't never been in a pound before!
Private: Maybe it's not so bad. You never know till you visit.
Kowalski: (looking at a Zoo Brochure) I'm out of ideas, Skipper. He's tracked us through every hiding place in the zoo.
Mason: Ah, Phil asks if you've tried the "Red Rhodesian Slasher" exhibit.
Kowalski: There's no "Red Rhodesian Slasher" on the charts.
Mason: Felinas Infernis. An ultra-rare, incredibly vicious wildcat. The habitat is ready, but the beast itself has yet to arrive. It could be an ideal hiding spot.
Skipper: A red wildcat, eh? You may be more right than you know, primates.
Skipper: Sometimes the best place to hide is in plain sight. Alright, Moon Cat. Now lets see how good your "vicious" is.
Max: Growl. Snarl. I'm hissing here!
Officer X:: (groans) Trail's gone cold.
♪Hey pokey, you choke-ied!♪
♪You really failed your duty!♪
♪You're never gonna touch my little kitty ka-booty!♪