Rio


 * Mother Bird: Hey
 * Red Bird: E a Ilha diz!
 * ("Real in Rio" plays)
 * Young Blu: (Frightened yelp)
 * Bird: (Sighs) (Chirping) (Sighs)
 * Truck Driver: (Screaming)
 * Bird: (Screaming)
 * Young Linda: (Gasps) It's okay. It's okay. Shh. I'll take care of you.
 * (At Present Day)
 * Linda: (Groaning) Stupid clock. (Grunting) Huh? (Chuckles) Good morning, Blu.
 * Blu: (Water swishing) (Gargling)
 * Linda: (Spits)
 * Blu: (Bleches)
 * Linda: Ew! Ooh! Come here. Tyler Blu Gunderson! You know these vitamins are good for you. (Gasps) Ooh. What's this?
 * Blu: (Squwaks)
 * Linda: Gotcha. Whoo!
 * Blue and Linda: (Imitate booming explosion)
 * Linda: Enjoy the new book.
 * Bookstore Customer: Thanks, Linda.
 * Linda: Bye, now. Yes, Mom, I'd to visit. But who would take care of Blu? Mom, they don't have kennel's for parrots. Here's your hot chocolate, Blu.
 * Blu: (Squawks)
 * Linda: Just how you like it. Plus, I don't trust leaving Blu with just anyone. No, I don't have a bird-sitter...
 * Blu: Ah. This is the life. (Sniffs) The perfect marshmallow-to-cocoa ratio. One, two, three, four, five... six. Mmm.
 * Alice: (Laughter)
 * Chloe: Well, well, if it isn't my favorite nerd bird.
 * Blu: Very... very funny. Real mature.
 * Alice: Hey, pet! Where you migrating to this year, huh? The breakfast nook?
 * Alice and Chloe: (Laughing)
 * [Chloe and Alice laugh and throw another snowball at the window]
 * Blu: Throw all the snowballs you want. I'm protected by this magical force field called glass. It's what keeps us so toasty and warm in here while you guys are out there freezing your...
 * Alice (Singsongy): La, la, la, la, la! (Laughing)
 * [looks up and sees Chloe and Alice showing their behinds to him, making fun]
 * Blu: Classy.
 * Tulio: (Gasping) Arara! Arara! Arara! Ara... (Screams) (Grunting)
 * Linda: Are you all right?
 * Tulio: (Groans) (Shivering) I'm not really built for this weather.
 * Linda: Oh. Are you looking for some books?
 * Tulio: Books? No. (Chuckling) No. I have come 6, 000 miles looking for him.
 * Blu: (Confused grunt)
 * Linda: Doctor of ornithology?
 * Tulio: Ooh. He's magnificent. (Imitates birdcalls)
 * Blu: Linda, little help here. Linda?
 * Tulio and Blu: (Squawking)
 * Linda: Wow. You're actually communicating.
 * Tulio: Yes. Yes. I introduced myself and shook my tail feathers counter-clockwise, thus deffering to his dominance.
 * Blu: I did not get that at all.
 * Linda: So, Dr. Monteiro, you...
 * Tulio (Chuckling): Oh, no "Doctor," please. Just call me Tulio. You know, your macaw is a very special bird. In fact, as far as we know, Blu is the last male of his kind.
 * Linda: Really?
 * Tulio: Yes. And recently, we found a female, and our hope is to bring the two of them together to save their species.
 * Blu: (Gulps)
 * Linda: Oh. Well, yeah, sure. When can she come over?
 * Tulio: Oh, no, no, no. She is in Brazil. Blu must come to Rio de Janeiro.
 * Linda: (Laughs) Rio? Brazil?
 * Blu: (Squawks) Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no, no, no. I never let Blu out of my sight. He needs me.
 * Tulio: Oh, no. You... you misunderstood. It's all arranged. You will be with him every stop of the way. And I will be with you.
 * Linda: Um, look, I know you're doing your job, but I can't... Well, Blu is very particular, and we have our little routine here, and we're not big on travel. Heck, he doesn't fly.
 * Tulio: But, of course, he can fly. He's a perfect specimen.
 * Blu: (Squawking)
 * Linda: Uh, what are you doing?
 * Tulio: Don't worry. Their natural instincts always take over.
 * Linda: Wait! Wait, wait! No! No!
 * Blu: (Squawking)
 * Tulio: Well, almost always.
 * Linda: Blu!
 * Blu: (Grunts) What kind of doctor are you?
 * Linda: Are you okay?
 * Tulio: Perhaps he's too domesticated.
 * Linda: It was very nice of you to stop in and squawk around and throw my bird, but now it's time for you to go.
 * Tulio: Well, I... I'm very sorry. I... I'm very sorry, but... wait, wait. Linda. Linda. This could be our last chance.
 * Linda: Have a safe flight. (Sighs)
 * Tulio: Linda, please, listen to me. If we don't do this, his whole species will be gone. Just think about it.
 * Blu: "Natural instincts." (Scoffs) There's nothing natural about being thrown halfway across a room. Well, I'll show him. Hmm. I can do this. I just have to work out the physics. I have quadrated my vector angles. I have adjusted for wind shear. Positive reinforcement. Good. Okay. Let's see. Flaps open. Perfect. Landing gear. Check. Tail flaps. Operational. And, actually, not bad. This is it. Let's fly. Just keep it simple. Thrust, lift, drag and weight. Thrust, lift, drag, weight. Thrust, lift, drag, weight. Thrust, lift, drag... W-w-w-wait! (Screams) (Sighs, screams) Ow!
 * Linda: Blu? I promised I would always look out for you, didn't I? And have I ever broken a promise? I'm scared, too, but I wouldn't make you do this if it wasn't the right thing to do. What do you say, Blu?
 * Linda and Blu: (Imitate booming explosion)
 * Linda: That's my big, brave boy. And we'll be back home before we even know it.
 * ("Let Me Take You to Rio (Blu's Arrival)" plays)
 * Linda: Your turn, Blu. You don't want to get beak-burn.
 * Blu: (Frightened gasp)
 * Linda: Whoa! What's going on here?
 * Tulio: You arrived in time for Carnaval.
 * Linda: Carnaval?
 * Tulio: Yes. It's the biggest party in the world. You know, a time to have fun and dance. (Imitates rhythmic drumming)
 * Linda: (Laughs) Oh, my. Is she a performer?
 * Tulio: No. In fact, she's my dentist. Dr. Barbosa!
 * Dr. Barbosa: Oy! Don't forget to floss, Tulio. (Laughs)
 * Tulio: You got it! Come tomorrow night, everyone will be dressed like that.
 * Linda: (Chuckles) Not me.
 * Nico: ♪Oba, la, la, la, ya E, e, ei!♪ E ai? Tudo bom?
 * Blu: Oh. Um, oh, right. Uh, yeah. Aah! Uh... (Slowy) I am not from here.
 * Pedro: Hey, Nico. He's a tourist.
 * Nico: Funny, you don't look like one.
 * Blu: Really? I... I don't?
 * Pedro: Except you got pigeon doo-doo on your nose.
 * Blu: Oh, oh, oh, no, this is just SPF 3,000.
 * Nico: So are you here for Carnaval?
 * Blu: Oh, actuakky, I'm just here to meet a... a girl.
 * Nico: Oh, a girl!
 * Pedro: Yes.
 * Nico: Little word of advice: you make the first move. Brazilian ladies respond to confidence.
 * Blu: Oh, right.
 * Pedro: Yeah, it's all about swagger. You got to puff out that chest. Mmm! Swing that tail. (Makes swishing noise) Eyes narrow, like some kind of crazy love hawk. (Squawks)
 * Nico: But, first, we got to bust you out.
 * Blu: What?
 * Pedro: Yeah! I'm-a pop that cage open like a soda can.
 * [Pedro tries desperately to break the metal bar on the cage Blu's in]
 * Blu: No, no, no. Whoa! No, no, no, what's okay. Whoa, whoa, whoa!
 * Pedro: (Grunting) You call that popping? Whew. This thing's robust.
 * Blu: No, no, no. No, guys., really. I'm fine. This cage is great. Love this cage.
 * [Pedro, exhausted, stops pounding the metal bar]
 * Pedro: Ta bom. Suit yourself. Hey, don't forget-- love hawk. (Squawks) [he squawks and flies away with Nico] Benvindo!
 * Blu: Yes. Yes, ben... (stammers) And... and to you, as well.
 * Tulio: This is the hear and soul of our aviary-- our treatment room. (Imitates birdcalls)
 * Linda: They really like you. Oh! (Chuckles) A lot.
 * Tulio: Yes. I'm their great, big mama bird.
 * Blu: Ew.
 * Linda: (Chuckles) Wow.
 * Tulio: Want some.
 * Linda: Ah! Oh, I', good.
 * Tulio: Many of the birds here were rescued from smugglers.
 * Linda: Smugglers?
 * Tulio: Yes. And, unfortunately, the poor birds are often hurt or even killed in the process. But with proper care, they can be saved. Look here. This poor guy was found last night.
 * Nigel: (Weak squawking)
 * Tulio: Hey, buddy. You're looking great today. Much better. Much better.
 * Blu: Get well soon.
 * Nigel: (Growls)
 * Blu: Oh.
 * Linda: So, where's Jewel?
 * Tulio: Oh, we have a special place for Jewel. She's a very spirted bird.
 * Aviary Intern: (Groans) I'll say.
 * Blu: She did that? Oh, charming. Okay, I want to go home now. (Squawking)
 * Tulio: No, no, don't worry. I'm going to make you look irresistible.
 * Blu: (Grunts, pants) Help! Help! Let me out of here! (Gasps) Linda!
 * Linda: Maybe I should...
 * Tulio: No, no. Give it a chance.
 * Blu: (Gulps) Hello? Whoa! Hello? (Gasps) Uh... I come in peace. (Gasps) Whoa. She's beautiful. What were they talking about? She's... she's like an angel. An angel who's getting really close... Aah!
 * Jewel: Quem e voce? Que esta fazendo aqui?
 * Blu: (Gagging, indistinct babbling)
 * Jewel: Que?
 * Blu: You're standing on my throat.
 * Jewel: Oh, you're an American.
 * Blu: (Clears throat) Thanks. I need my throat for talking, so thank you.
 * Jewel: You look like me.
 * Blu: Oh. Uh, hi. (Clears throat) Hi. My name is Blu. You know, like the cheese. With the mold on it. You know, that smells really bad. That's stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
 * Jewel: All right, come on. We don't have much time.
 * Blu: (Chuckles nervously) Whoa! Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. (Groans)
 * Jewel: Are you ready?
 * Blu: For what? Oh, oh, wow. Uh, okay. Confidence. (Inhales) Crazy love hawk.
 * Jewel: All right.
 * Blu: (Smooching)
 * Jewel: Whoa. Hey. What are you doing?
 * Blu: What? What... what you wanted me to. But, just for argument's sake, uh, what are... what are you doing?
 * Jewel: I'm trying to escape.
 * Blu: Oh. Uh, yeah, escape. That-that's where I was going with that thing I just did.
 * Jewel: Wait. W-w-w-wait. Did you actually think we were going to kiss?
 * Blu: No. No-no-no-no. It's not what you think.
 * Jewel: We just met! (Squawking)
 * Linda: Oh, my.
 * Tulio: I think they need a little help.
 * Blu: I mean, I know how my feathers look, but I'm not that kind of bird.
 * ("Say You Say Me" plays)
 * Blu: Okay, I had nothing to do with that. But, huh, you have to admit it's actually a pretty good sing. Yeah, sing it, Lionel. (Screams and yells) (Grunting)
 * Linda: Wow. That was fast.
 * Tulio: Lionel Richie works every time. We should probably give them privacy.
 * Linda: I'm not sure I should leave Blu here alone.
 * Tulio: Oh, no, no, no. Don't worry. Sylvio will keep an eye on them all night. Besides, he's got Jewel.
 * Blu: (Screaming and grunting) Help me! (Grunts)
 * Man (on radio): Boa noite, Rio! This is the final countdown to Carnaval! Let's samba.
 * Sylvio: (Hums) Whoo! (humans) Ah! (Humming) Huh?
 * Nigel: (Pained chirping)
 * Sylvio: Aw. Come here, poor little birdie. Aw, It's okay. I got you. I got you. (Muffled shouting)
 * Blu: (Groans) Excuse me. Please. I am trying to sleep.
 * Jewel: Oh, I'm sorry, sleepyhead. I'm trying to escape. (Grunting)
 * Blu: Escape? Why? The cage is awesome.
 * Jewel: The cage... (Laughs) Oh, what was I thinking? I wouldn't expect a pet to understand.
 * Blu: Pet? Did you just call me a pet? For the record, I am not a pet. I am a companion. And you know what? Do whatever you want, 'cause tomorrow morning, Linda will come for me and this whole nightmare will be over.
 * Jewel: Incredible. You would rather be with a-a-a human than your own kind.
 * Blu: Well, that human has given me love and affection for the 15 years, whereas my own kind tried to strangle me after 15 seconds.
 * Jewel: Yeah, well, because of them, I've lost everything. You can't trust them. (Gasps)
 * Blu: Of course, you can't trust humans.
 * Jewel: (Grunting)
 * Blu: Jewel? Jewel. Oh. Hi, there. (Yells)
 * All: (Laughter, festive chatter)
 * Tulio: It was mice of you to join me for dinner. I often eat alone. Oh, uh, because, of course, my work.
 * Linda: (Chuckles) I thought I was the but nut, until I met you.
 * Tulio: Yes. Right. Do you have a favorite bird?
 * Linda: Well, obviously, I'm a blue macaw of gal.
 * Tulio: (Chuckles) That makes sense. They are very handsome birds.
 * Linda: Actually, it's the brains I'm more attracted to. I'm not so impressed by fancy feathers.
 * Tulio: I know exactly what you mean. My favorite bird is the spotted owl. I've always been mesmerized by those big, round, intelligent eyes.
 * Waiter: Ha ha! Picanha!
 * Linda: (Screams)
 * Second Waiter: Chicken hearts? Flambada!
 * Linda: Oh! Ooh! (Chuckles) Chicken hearts. (Laughs nervously) Oh, gosh. Ahh! Oh! (Blowing)
 * Tulio: Oh. (Chuckles) Hello?
 * Linda: (Sobbing) Oh, Blu. We should have never left Moose Lake. This is all my fault.
 * Tulio: No, no, Linda. Linda, please. This is not your fault.
 * Linda: (Sniffles) You're right. It's not my fault. [She puts on her glasses and lashes out at Tulio] ITS YOUR FAULT!
 * Tulio: WHAT THE---
 * Linda: WITH YOUR LITTLE BIRD TALK AND THAT WHOLE-- [dances like a baby mocks accent] saves the species-- WELL YOU KNOW WHAT... SQUAK SQWAUKETY SQUWAK SQUWAK!!! [Realizes what she said; covers her mouth] I'm sorry. I didn't mean to curse.
 * Tulio: I... I don't understand. Sylvio is the best guard in the business.
 * Police Officer: So let me get this straight. You were attacked by a little white bird?
 * Sylvio: Yes, with this rag. He held it to my mouth like... like this. (Muffled babbling)
 * Police Officer: (Sniffing) (Sighs)
 * Linda: We're doomed.
 * Blu: Okay. Okay. There's no place like home. There's no place like home. Oh, how I wish I was back in my own cage, with my mirror and my swing and my little bell. Oh, how I miss my little bell.
 * Jewel: Shh! Play dead.
 * Blu: What? I don't need to play dead. I'm about to have a heart attack.
 * Jewel: Just do it.
 * Blu: (Sighs) Fine. (Moans) (Gagging) (Grunting)
 * Jewel: Stop twitching.
 * Blu: Oh, come on. It's the twitching that sells it.
 * Jewel: Shh.
 * Armando: Come on in, kid.
 * Marcel: Well, what do you know? Good work, Fernando. You see, boys? What did I tell you about this one?
 * Tipa: That you were going to pay him half as much as you said? Ow!
 * Marcel: No, you idiot! That he reminds me of myself when I was that age. Sweet, resourceful. Here yo go, kid.
 * Fernando: Hey. This is only half of what you promised me.
 * Marcel: Ah, shut up, kid. What the...? I thought I told you I needed these birds alive. Tell me, Fernando, does this look alive to you? Huh?
 * Jewel: (Squwaks)
 * Marcel: (Screams) Get her!
 * Armando: Come over here!
 * Armando and Tipa: (Grunts)
 * Blu: Jewel.
 * Jewel: (Panting)
 * Marcel: Come here!
 * Jewel: (Pants, screams)
 * Nigel: Hello, pretty good. What's the matter? Cockatoo got your throat?
 * Marcel: Nigel! Alive.
 * Nigel: To be continued.
 * Tipa: (Gasping)
 * Jewel: (Groans, sighs)
 * Blu: That was your plan-- to take off and leave me? Gee, thanks.
 * Jewel: Well, why didn't you follow me?
 * Blu: Uh...
 * Marcel: Nice work, Nigel.
 * Tipa: Yeah, nice work, Nigel.
 * Marcel: The last blue macaws on Earth. (Laughs) These are worth a fortune. Hey, Fernando. Hang these up in the other room.
 * Scaredy Bird: Let me out. Let me out! Let me out of here!
 * Neurotic Bird: Who's a pretty bird? I'm a pretty bird. Pretty bird. I'm a pretty bird. (Laughs) I'm a pretty bird.
 * Bat (Dracula voice): I was framed. They got the wrong guy.
 * Fernando: Sorry, guys. Nothing personal. So, what's going to happen to them?
 * Marcel: Don't worry. We're going to find good homes for them. Now, go home to your mama.
 * Fernando: But I don't have a mama.
 * Marcel: Father?
 * Armando: Brother?
 * Tipa: Goldfish? Aw. Can we keep him, boss?
 * Marcel: No.
 * Tipa: So, Marcel, what's really going to happen to those birds?
 * Marcel: Oh, plucked, stuffed, eaten-- who cares? All I know is we're going to be rich.
 * All: (Laughing)
 * Armando: We're gonna be rich!
 * Fernando: (Grunts, groans)
 * Announcer: (Speaking Portuguese)
 * Armando: Come on! Come on! The game's starting.
 * Marcel: Yes, you were very clear. Tomorrow, or the deal is off. Of course, I have both the macaws. Yes, I will deliver them myself. Au revoir. All right, you two. You load the truck tonight. First thing, in the morning, we bring those birds to the airport. You got it?
 * Armando: Oh, yeah, sure. Yeah, uh-huh.
 * Tipa: Oh, yeah. All right. Heard you.
 * Marcel: Oh, and one of you, feed Nigel.
 * Tipa and Armando: (Gulp) Rock, paper, scissors, shoot.
 * Tipa: Yes!
 * Armando: Uh-uh. Scissors cuts rock.
 * Tipa: Oh, man. How come you always win? (Nervous grunting) Nice birdie. (Whimpering) Yeah, here you go.
 * Nigel: (Shireks)
 * Tipa: Ahh!
 * Armando: (Gasps)
 * Tipa: (Sighs, grunts) Ugh. Cannibal.
 * Blu: Okay, pull it together. The key is not to panic.
 * Jewel: I'm not panicking.
 * Blu: I wasn't talking to you; I was talking to me. But it's okay, because any minute now, Linda will find us.
 * Jewel: Oh, great. And then she'll stick us behind another set of bars, right?
 * Blu: Yeah. Uh, I mean, no.
 * Jewel: Look, pet, cages might work for you, but I don't want to belong to anyone.
 * Birds: (Gasping)
 * Nigel: (Smacking lips) Something seems to be lodged in my beak. Would you mind? (Cackling)
 * Blu: (Grunts) Ow!
 * Nigel: Oh, I know I'm not a pretty birdie, but I used to be quite a looker. A star. Lights, camera, action.
 * ("Pretty Bird" plays)
 * Jewel: (Grunts)
 * Blu: Hey!
 * Nigel: Sweet nightmares. (Laughing)
 * Blu: Not cool, man. Scary, but not cool. Hey, are you okay?
 * Jewel: No, I am definitely not okay!
 * Blu: Whoa! Whoa, whoa, wait, wait. What are you doing?
 * Jewel: Getting out of here. (Grunts)
 * Blu: Whoa!
 * Jewel: Are you going to help me or what?
 * Blu: A-a-actually, all the survival guides say to sit and wait-- ow!-- and-and help will come.
 * Jewel: No one is coming!
 * Blu: Whoa.
 * Jewel: We are on our own, and if we just sit here, we're going to die.
 * Blu: (Screaming)
 * Tipa and Armando: Yes! Yes! Yes!
 * (Sportscast plays in Portuguese)
 * Tipa and Armando: No!
 * Tipa: Nigel, get out of the way!
 * Nigel: (Squawks)
 * Armando: Yeah! Hold on!
 * Jewel: (Grunting)
 * Blu: Stop, stop. Why don't you just open the door?
 * Jewel: (Pants) Are you kidding me?
 * Blu: What? It's just a standard flip slide bolt. Just rotate...
 * Jewel: Come on! Let's fly! (Screams) What are you doing?
 * Blu: Oh, I can't...
 * Jewel: What? You can't what?
 * Blu: (Gasps)
 * Tip and Armando: (Grunting)
 * Nigel: (Shrieks)
 * Jewel: (Screaming)
 * Blu: (Gasps) Whoa! I can't fly!
 * Jewel: You couldn't tell me this before now?
 * Blu: It didn't matter before now! (Muffled grunting)
 * Jewel and Blu: (Scream, Grunt)
 * Jewel: I hate you.
 * Jewel and Blu: (Screaming)
 * Jewel: Is there anything else I need to know?
 * Blu: Yes. I can't fly, I pick my beak, and once in a while, I pee in the birdbath, Happy?
 * Armando: There they are!
 * Jewel: We got to get out of here!
 * Blu: Whoa!
 * Jewel: Move! Come on, just move! Move!
 * Jewel and Blu: (Gasping and grunting)
 * Blu: Wait. Wait. Listen to me. Flying may not be my thing, but walking is. Follow my lead. Inside leg, outside leg.
 * Jewel: Yeah. Yeah, okay. I got it.
 * Blu: Inside, outside.
 * Jewel: Inside, outside, inside, outside!
 * Blu: Inside, outside.
 * Jewel: Inside, outside.
 * Crowd: Yes! Yes! Yes!
 * Tipa: Huh? Yes! Yes!
 * Armando: Come on!
 * Tipa: Ow!
 * Jewel and Blu: (Panting)
 * Blu: (Barks like dog)
 * Cat: (Shrieks)
 * Armando and Tipa: (Screaming)
 * Blu: See? I'm bilingual, too.
 * Nigel: (Fierce squawking)
 * [Jewel and Blu are running away from Nigel]
 * Jewel: (Panting) Oh, this is great. I'm chained to the only bird in the world who can't fly.
 * Blu: Actually, there are about 40 species of fightless birds.
 * Jewel: Duck!
 * Blu No, ducks can fly.
 * Jewel: [notices a crate] No! Duck!
 * Blu: Ahh! Whoa!
 * Jewel: (Screaming)
 * Blu: Whoa!
 * Guy: Oh! Whoa!
 * Girl: Whoo! Yay!
 * Jewel and Blu: (Yells)
 * Blu: Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
 * Nigel: (Squawking)
 * Jewel: Whoa!
 * Man: (Speaking Portuguese on TV)
 * Crowd: Yes!
 * Jewel and Blu: Whoa!
 * Crowd: Yes!
 * Jewel and Blu: Whoa!
 * Crowd: Yes!
 * Nigel: (Squawks)
 * Crowd: Yes! Yes!
 * Blu: Hold on!
 * Jewel: (Screams)
 * Nigel: (Screams)
 * Announcer: (Shouting)
 * Crowd: No! No!
 * Chicken: (Clucking)
 * Nigel: (Groaning) Get out of here, you putrid poultry. (Groans) (Groans) Ow!
 * Jewel: (Grunts, sighs) (Grunts)
 * Blu: Ooh. Ooh. What was that?
 * Jewel: A stick.
 * Blu: Ahh! And that?
 * Jewel: It's just a rock.
 * Blu: Oh, right. Yeah. (Whimpers) Is that a spider on my back?
 * Jewel: Will you quit it?! It's just a leaf. Turn around. (Gulps) Um... (Grunts) Leaf. Told you. Now, uh, just come on. We need to find a safe place to spend the night.
 * Blu: Safe? Safe? We are in the jungle. You know when people say, "It's a jungle out there"? Well, I'm pretty sure they don't mean it as a good thing.
 * Jewel: Look, I hate to break it to you, but this is where our kind naturally lives.
 * Blu: Hey, hey, don't walk to me about nature. I watch Animal Planet. I know all about the food chain. Ahh! Ahh! You see? You see? Out here, I'm just an hors d'oeuvre. Nothing more than a feathery spring roll.
 * Jewel: That is why we stay in the trees and not on the ground. After you.
 * Blu: Oh. No. I don't think so. Nuh-uh. No. I would feel much more confertable in something man-made. Um... Hey. How about up there?
 * Jewel: I can't believe I have to drag your clumsy butt up there.
 * Blu: Drag me? (Scoffs) Watch and learn.
 * Jewel: Oh! Blu! Oh! Just wait one... (Gasps) Blu! (Sighs)
 * Blu: Who's dragging whose butt now, huh?
 * Jewel: Ha ha. Very funny. (Laughing) Oh! (Grunting)
 * Blu: You see? Who needs flying?
 * Jewel: Birds. Birds need flying. Flying is... it's freedom and-and not having to rely on anyone. Don't you want that?
 * Blu: Mmm, I don't know. Sounds a little lonely. Uh... uh, I'm probably going to be up for a little while, muh, 'cause I'm-I'm still on Minnesota time.
 * Jewel: Good night.
 * Blu: Good night, Jewel. Good night, Linda.
 * Linda: Excuse me, Sir? Have you seen my bird? Have... have you seen my bird?
 * Woman: Mm-mm.
 * Linda: (Sighs) Excuse me. Um, have you seen my bird? Ma'am? (Snoring) Mmm. Have you seen my bird? (Indistinct mumbling)
 * Fernando: Lady! American lady!
 * Linda: (Gasps) Blu? Blu?
 * Tulio: (Screams) Where? (Clears throat) Oh!
 * Fernando: (Gasps) Wow. I know where your birds are.
 * Linda: You found Blu? Are you sure? (Gasps) It's his!
 * Tulio: Let me see that. (Babbling) (Slurping) Hmm. You're right.
 * Linda: Okay. Where is he?
 * Fernando: Come on. Let's go. I'll take you to him.
 * Tulio: No, no, no. Linda, Linda, wait. We don't know this boy. We can't trust him.
 * Linda: I have to trust him. I don't have a choice.
 * Chickens: (Clucking)
 * Armando: (Clears throat)
 * Marcel: Do you think I am an idiot?
 * Tipa: Uh...
 * Marcel: They were two birds, chained together, in a cage. How could you lose them?
 * Tipa: They oursmarted us, boss. But-But don't worry. We'll get them back. I have a plan.
 * Marcel: Oh, great. What are you going to do, wander the city calling, "Here, birdie, birdie. Here, birdie"?
 * Tipa: Well, anything sounds dumb when you say it like that. (Groans)
 * Armando: (Laughs)
 * Marcel: Okay. We have to get the birds to the airport tonight.
 * Tipa: But it's Carnaval. All the roads will be blocked by the parade.
 * Marcel: And that's why I wanted to go this morning! Nigel.
 * Nigel: (Squawks)
 * Marcel: This bird is ten times smarter than the two of you combined.
 * Tipa: Yeah, well, if he's so smart, then why don't you put him in charge?
 * Marcel: I am putting him in charge.
 * Armando: Stop suggesting things.
 * Marcel: Go find them, Nigel.
 * Tipa: (Gasps)
 * Marcel: Hmm. If we can't get through the parade, we'll have to be in the parade.
 * Both: Huh? (Grunting)
 * Jewel: Are you sure this is going to work?
 * Blu: Positive. Check out my math.
 * Jewel: Yeah, that's... that's comforting. Thank you. Look, let's just get this chain broken.
 * Blu: Right. Then we can go and find Linda.
 * Jewel: No, you can go find Linda. Once this chain is off, I'm going to go back to being free in the jungle. Deal?
 * Blu: Fine. Deal. (Screams)
 * Blu and Jewel: (Groaning)
 * Jewel: Nice try, brainiac. (Groaning)
 * Blu: (Gasps) I think something's watching us.
 * Rafael and Eva's Children: (Squeaking)
 * Jewel: Oh, be careful, Blu. They might snuggle you to death.
 * Blu: Oh. (Chuckles) Aw, come here. (Screaming, groaning)
 * Raeaal and Eva's Children: Intruders!
 * Jewel: (Screaming)
 * Blu and Jewel: (Yelling and groaning)
 * Blu: Now stop! Ow! (Screams, gulps, gags) Ahh! No! No! Whoa. Whoa!
 * Rafael and Eva's Kid: Attack!
 * Blu and Jewel: (Screaming)
 * Blu: Help!
 * Rafael: What's going on down there?
 * Blu and Jewel: (Grunting and groaning)
 * Rafael: Go, go, go. Off with you.
 * Rafael and Eva's Children: Daddy! Daddy!
 * Rafael: Okay, guys, guys... I've told you thousand times. Manuela, Sofia, come on, now. Listen to me. Ow! Oh, yeah, right in the eye.
 * Jewel: Oh, precious, aren't they?
 * Rafael: (Chuckles) Kids? 17 of them, and one on the way. Hey! He's not a maraca! Stop shaking him!
 * Rafael and Eva's Children: (Giggling)
 * Rafael: They're giving me gray feathers. Oh, this papa needs a break. So, you two lovebirds headed for Carnaval?
 * Jewel: Whoa. (Chuckles) Lovebirds?
 * Blu: Uh, we're more like acquaintance birds.
 * Jewel: And not even that. We're more like chained-to-each-other birds.
 * Blu: Yeah. I-I mean, if... Ow!
 * Rafael and Eva's Kid: (Giggles)
 * [one of Rafael kids pulls his feather]
 * Blu: What is it with this kid and the feathers?
 * Rafael: We have no idea. We're having him tested.
 * Jewel: So, do you think you could help us get this thing off?
 * Rafael: Hmm. Lucky for you, you know Rafael, and Rafael knows everyone. Oh! Again with the eye. Okay, want me to call your mother?
 * Rafael and Eva's Children: No!
 * Rafael: (Chuckles) Works every time. They're scared to death of her. Ahh!
 * Eva: Call me for what?
 * Rafael: Eva, my love. (Chuckles) I must take this young couple to see Luiz.
 * Eva: Luiz? Huh. You don't fool me for a second. You and your amigo just want to sneak off to Carnaval.
 * Rafael: Oh, Carnaval. That magical time when I met the most beautiful bird in the world.
 * [He hugs Eva and blows an air kiss towards her]
 * Blu: Aw.
 * Jewel: Ugh.
 * Eva: Ahh!
 * Rafael: I still remember the song that was playing when I first laid eyes on you. ♪Tall and tanned and young and lovely♪ ♪ The girl from Ipanema♪ ♪Goes walking♪  Come on, baby, sing it!
 * Eva (Off-key): ♪And when she passes♪
 * Blu: (Shuddering)
 * Eva (Off-key): ♪Each one she passes goes, "Ahh!"♪
 * Rafael: [as Eva sings out of tune] Like a river of the sweetest honey.
 * [Blu and Jewel wince as Eva sings]
 * Jewel: Ooh! I guess love is deaf too.
 * Rafael: Come here. (Chuckles)
 * Rafael and Eva's Children: Ew!
 * Eva: Okay. Take them to Luiz, but hurry back.
 * Rafael: You are an angel. I'll miss you, my juicy little mango.
 * Eva: Oh, me, too, my pudgy papaya.
 * Boy: Ow! Ow!
 * Eva: Hey! Marco! Carlos! Put your brother down! Now!
 * Rafael: I can't believe she actually let me go.
 * Blu: So, uh... how far is this Luiz?
 * Rafael: Not far. Thirty minutes as the crow flies.
 * Blu: Uh... and how long as the macaw walks?
 * Jewel: Bobo here can't fly.
 * Rafael: But... but he's a bird!
 * Blu: Not all birds fly. There are ostriches.
 * Jewel: You are not an ostrich!
 * Blu: Well, not technically, but...
 * Rafael: Wait, wait, wait! My friends, I wanna help, but to walk the whole way, it... it... it can't be done!
 * [He suddenly notices his kids clambering around his wife asking after him]
 * Rafael: But hey, we might as well give it a shot. Let's go, quickly. No, no, d-don't look back. They sense fear.
 * [He turns Blu and Jewel around and walks away quietly; Jewel turns to look at the kids]
 * Monkey: (Screams, chitters)
 * Lady Tourist: Oh, what an adorable monkey.
 * Guy: Aw.
 * Lead Marmoset: (Indistinct chatter)
 * Monkey: (Chittering) (Hooting)
 * Lead Marmoset: (Blows rasberries)
 * Woman: Oh. Oh, no.
 * Tourist: Hey. My watch.
 * Lead Marmoset: (Grunting) (Hooting)
 * Nigel: Hello, boys. Seems like you've had a busy day.
 * Lead Marmoset: (Laughs) What, this? [Referring to all the stuff they've stolen from tourists] This is just some stuff we... found! Right boys? Yeah.
 * [The crowd of monkeys all agree]
 * Nigel: I'm not interested in your nicked knick-knacks. Your burgled baubles bore me. There are two blue macaws out there, and I need your multitude of eyes to help me find them.
 * Lead Marmoset: Oh, yeah? What's in it for us?
 * Nigel: Well, that's a fair question.
 * [He suddenly takes the lead marmoset and flies high into the sky]
 * Nigel: Let's discuss it.
 * [Nigel drops him]
 * Nigel: I certainly see your point.
 * [To the lead marmoset as he's falling down]
 * Nigel: But what could I possibly do for you in return? Hmm?
 * Lead Marmoset: Save me! Save me!
 * Nigel: Oh? Well, that's a thought. Yeah. But is it enough? I don't want to feel like I'm cheating you.
 * Lead Marmoset: Help me! Help me! Help me! We'll do it! We'll do it! Save me! Please! Save meeeee!
 * [Just before he hits the ground, he stops as Nigel catches him]
 * Nigel: All right, you've twisted my wing. Deal. Now then, anymore questions?
 * [The group of monkeys remain silent]
 * Nigel: No? Good. You will spread out and you will find these macaws by the end of the day, or it's flying lessons for everyone! Go!
 * [The group of monkeys all scream with fright and run off]
 * Nigel: Go do your monkey business.
 * Blu: (Whimpers) (Yells) [as he looks down the edge of a cliff] I've changed my mind! Yeah. Uh, maybe we could find a... a bus schedule or something?
 * Rafael: Come on! You're not gonna back out now, Not in front of the lady!
 * Blu: Uh... huh! Okay, yeah. Yeah, yeah, sure.
 * Rafael: All right! That's the spirit!
 * Jewel: You're sure you're up for this?
 * Blu: Yeah. Yeah, I mean, well it's not like we're just hurling ourselves off a mountain or something, right?
 * Rafael: Actually, that was pretty much my entire plan.
 * Blu: What?
 * Rafael: No. Don't worry, Blu. It's in your DNA. And if our featherless friends can do it, how hard can it be?
 * Man on Glider: No, No, wait, wait! [screams] MOMMY!
 * Rafael: Fun, right?
 * Blu: Yeah. Fun.
 * Rafael: Okay. I need you two to get closer. Closer. Closer. Ooh. Nice. [to Blu and Jewel who are standing side by side] Now, you flap your right wing, you flap your left wing, and together, you fly!
 * Blu: Uh... but this doesn't seem aerodynamically possible!
 * Rafael: Ey-ya-ya-ya-ya! You think too much! Fly! It's not what you think up here. [points to Blu's head]
 * Rafael: It's what you feel in here. [points to Blu's heart]
 * Rafael: And when you feel the rhythm of your heart, it's like Samba! You fly!