- Private: Skipper, something's wrong with the sun.
- Skipper: He finally did it!
- Private: Who did what?
- Skipper: My mad dolphin nemesis, Dr. Blowhole! He blew out the sun!
- Kowalski: Actually, according to my calculations, it is the rare cosmic event known as a solar eclipse.
- Rico: Huh?
- Skipper: Are you sure it's not the crazed handiwork of my marine mammal foe?
- Kowalski: It's totally natural. The moon is between the sun and the Earth... Ooh, it's a total eclipse! Wow! Are you as totally stoked about this as I am?
- Skipper: Kowalski, options.
- Kowalski: We'll need a diversion. I suggest releasing the spider monkeys. Bedlam is their middle name.
- Skipper: They never disappoint.
- Kowalski: Amid the chaos, we escape through the south entrance.
- Skipper: Good. And then?
- Kowalski: Then, we get jobs as holiday store displays. When we've earned enough money, we build a new secret lair, one with laser beams.
- Private: Ooh, laser beams!
- King Julien: You, you are the nicest guy around here. Make me be nice! I command you!
- Private: That wasn't very nice.
- King Julien: And you are failing already!
- Kowalski: The point is, fear of medical professionals is completely unwarranted. Yes, the benefits to one's health and personal well being are much too important...
- Alice: Looks like you penguins are due for a visit to the dentist.
- Kowalski: The dentist? Aaaaah!
- [Runs away]
- Private: But we don't have teeth.
- Skipper: Gentlemen, had this had been an actual tennis ball machine uprising, we would've lost. Game, set, match.
- Skipper: Sounds like the sky spirits are sending you a message.
- King Julien: But I am being extra crazy nice.
- Skipper: New York sky spirits are fickle pickles.
- Private: Skipper, what are you doing here?
- Skipper: Saving you from saving me.
- Private: But really, I don't mind having another shot. I can always... turn the other cheek. He-he!
- Skipper: You'll mind if it makes you sick. Or worse.
- Private: How worse?
- Skipper: You know, the chimps didn't say. I assumed you'll grow a second head or something.
- Private: I don't want a second head!
- Skipper: Then hurry, man! The doc will be here any second.
- [Skipper tosses Private towards the window, but misses and he hits the wall; Private then climbs up to the window and turns to Skipper]
- Private: You know, Skipper, none of us think any less of you for being afraid.
- Skipper: Well, I do. That fear almost hurt a friend. Now get out of here, soldier.
- Mason: King Julien, you are truly inspiring.
- King Julien: I know, it is from the dancing.
- Mason: Yes, well we were just talking to the sky spirits...
- King Julien: Word up. The sky spirits love me. Peace out, sky spirits! Uh, wait, wait, wait. Conversing?
- Mason: Yes. Phil translates, actually.
- Mason: [to Phil] Begin countdown.
- Mason: [back to Juilien] And they are about to send you a message... right... about... now!
- King Julien: Just waiting for you to roll over so I can fluff up your pillow.
- Skipper: Not necessary.
- King Julien: It is okay, I'm prepared to wait all night.
- Skipper: I like a hard pillow.
- King Julien: Oh, I could be your pillow. My bottom is very soft and plushy, you know.
- Mason: Ah, Sunday morning.
- King Julien: Sunday morning? Uh-uh, no! It is still Saturday night, baby! The sky spirits told me.
- Mason: Sky spirits?
- King Julien: Yes. They give me signs because I am the king. See that cloud up there? It says to me "party with the pansies."
- Mason: Chim-panzees, and we were enjoing a quiet morning, if you don't mind.
- King Julien: Oh, I do mind, mister. That cloud up there says party time, so it's time to party, mister. Mort, crank up that conga rhythm!
- Mason: Oh, please, not conga.
- King Julien: [singing] I am the Conga King / Doing the conga thing / Tail up and tail down / Grab my bottom and sing! / Let's all go conga-ga! / More fun in conga-ga! / You can't stop conga-ga! / Grab my bottom and sing!