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Yeah, and maybe he’ll grow fur, and a long, skinny neck and call you Mama.
I’m sure it’s just thunder. From, under… ground?
Tell me that was your stomach.
That’s right, you losers. You take one step and you’re dead.
Sure. Climb on my back and relax the whole way.
In a Spielberg movie, it’s the smart kid who’d come up with the last-minute solution, isn’t that right?
Sid, Tigey-Wigey’s gonna lead the way.
Save your breath, Sid. You know humans can’t talk.
You know? This whole ice age thing is getting old. You know what I could go for? A global warming.
Let’s get something straight, OK? There’s no “we”. There never *was* a “we”. In fact, without me, there wouldn’t even be a you!