- Harold: [singing] I'm gonna get a shell! I'm gonna get a shell!
- [pauses]
- Harold: If I don't...
- [singing]
- Harold: I'm gonna kill the bird! I'm gonna kill the bird! Hi-ho a deri-oh! I'm gonna kill the bird!
- Volture: Now, tell me all about it, Monsieur, uh, come now, don't be shy.
- Harold: Harold. Harold Turtle.
- Volture: Oh, now, now, don't fib. You cannot be a turtle. Turtles have the shells.
- Harold: That's my problem.
- Volture: Hm, Harold's problem. Thinks he is a turtle.
- Harold: [singing] You have no conception of what an awful hurdle/You must overcome when you're a misfit turtle/Never fit their guidelines/Always on the sidelines/Misfit every way/Well, how'd you like to be a misfit turtle, all because you haven't got a shell?/How'd you like to be in my shoes, Mister? Bet you wouldn't like it very well/'Cause I didn't have a shell, I was always light on my feet/And when us turtles ran a race, I'd always have the other turtles beat/Finished the race in high gear, should have been the conquering hero/But none of the crowd would ever cheer, so I ended up a zero/Well, how'd you like to be a misfit turtle, all because you haven't got a shell?/How'd you like to be in my shoes, Mister?/Bet you wouldn't like it very well, oh no/Bet you wouldn't like it very well.