What kind of cut-rate junk is this? It's lousy workmanship it's what it is.
Uh-oh. We may have a problem.
Everywhere I look, junk. These are no good at all! Junk!
We need to get closer. 10:00, men. Blend! Blend! Blend!
Most scenes together: Private & Skipper (4), Skipper & Kowalski (4), Skipper & Rico (4)
What kind of cut-rate junk is this? It's lousy workmanship it's what it is.
Uh-oh. We may have a problem.
Everywhere I look, junk. These are no good at all! Junk!
We need to get closer. 10:00, men. Blend! Blend! Blend!
Rico, l want that tree up to muster.
Oh, that's perfect! Just the thing for a sad polar bear.
Kowalski, analysis.
Adrenaline, sweat and sardines. These tracks are fresh, sir.
He's close. I can feel it.
Yes, Rico. Kaboom.
Come on, boys.
What is all this? Mr. Chew, this is all your fault! Bad dog! You are on a big time out!
Thanks for rescuing me, Skipper.
Think nothing of it, young Private. It's the least we could do. You remember the penguin credo.
What does deep-frying in Bisquick have to do with any of this?
Not that one, the other one! "Never swim alone". Alone! On Christmas! Don't you get it? Come on people, do I have to explain this to everybody? [Rico nods]
Santa Claus has come to town!
Skipper! [brings in a hoover]
Okay, boys. Commence Operation Special Delivery.
[the penguins put stamps on themselves and use the hoover, in reverse, to whizz up the chute]
GRAND COULEE DAM! Private's been captured!
Taxi!
He's in trouble.
Lay her down, soldier. We're in observation mode.
Shitake mushrooms! No more Mr Cute and Cuddly!
Kaboom, kaboom, kaboom!
Rico! Enough with the dynamite, already.
Ryan takes the snap! [Private flies into a table covered in food] Oooooh! What a hit! Ryan is down!
♪Jingle bells, monkey smells, Melman laid an egg! Marty thinks that Alex stinks and the camels say, "Oy vey!"♪
Yule log engaged.
All right, boys! Stand by for eggnog!
Aye aye, Skipper!
EGGNOG!
Private?
I'll pass, thank you.
Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!
Well done, Rico! This guy can really hold his nog.
21:10 hours, boys! Engage cranberries! [Rico is playing the "Knife game" at the table] Rico! Not at the table. [noticing a problem] Hold on a second! Something's missing!
Cranberries: check! Eggnog: check!
Give me a headcount.
Where's the private?!
Unknown, sir! It would appear that he's [grabs milk carton] missing!
Missing? Hoover Dam! Wait, there he is. He just went to bed. [pulls off sheets, revealing a bowling pin underneath] What the...?! [slapping the pin] What have you done with Private? Talk, Mister!
Skipper! Over here!
Oh, no. He must be out there all by himself.
He's one of us, men. You all know the Penguin Credo.
Never bathe in hot oil and Bisquick?
No. [Rico speaks Japanese gibberish] No, that's the Walrus Credo. It's "Never swim alone." Private's out there all by himself, and we never leave one of our own.
Oh, yeah.
Now let's go.
Oh, that's perfect! Just the thing for a sad polar bear.