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Yzma: Are you talking to that squirrel?

Kronk: I was a junior chipmunk, uh, and I had to be versed in all the woodland creatures.

[to squirrel]
Kronk: Please continue.

[squirrel talks to Kronk]

Yzma: [walking away] Why me? Why me? Why me? Why...?

Kronk: Hey, it doesn't always have to be about you. This poor little guy's had it rough. Seems a talking llama gave him a hard time the other day.

[Yzma rushes over to them]

Yzma: Oh, a talking llama? Do tell.

[squirrel whispers to Kronk]
Kronk: Uh, he doesn't really wanna talk to you.

Yzma: Well, then *you* ask him.

Kronk: [sigh] Hate being in the middle.

Kronk: [speaking squirrel] Squeaky, uh, squeak, sqeaker, squeakin'.



Sometimes dreams are hard to let go of, even when we have to.

I'm getting sick. This sucks.

I saw Miami Ink and the part with the portrait and the gentleman's daughter really hit home for me.

I love my kids.

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Careful the things you say,
Children will listen.
Careful the things you do,
Children will see.
And learn.
Children may not obey,
But children will listen.
Children will look to you
For which way to turn,
To learn what to be.
Careful before you say,
"Listen to me."
Children will listen.
Careful the wish you make,
Wishes are children.
Careful the path they take,
Wishes come true,
Not free.
Careful the spell you cast,
Not just on children.
Sometimes the spell may last
Past what you can see
And turn against you...
Witch: Careful the tale you tell.
That is the spell.
Children will listen..

- Stephen Sondheim / Into the Woods