The Land Before Time
1988
Ducky: Petrie, do not feel sad. It is alright. Many things cannot fly. Rocks, trees, sticks, Spike...
Littlefoot's mother: Let your heart guide you. It whispers so listen carefully.
Daddy Topps: Come Cera, three horns never play with long necks.
Ducky: Don't step on a crack, or you'll fall and break your back.
Cera: My father told me that Flatheads have very small brains.
(Ducky's stomach growls) Ducky: My stomach is talking.
Littlefoot: When will we get there? Littlefoot's Mother: The bright circle will pass over us many times, and we must follow it each day until it touches the ground.
Littlefoot: Have you ever seen the Great Valley? Littlefoot's Mother: No. Littlefoot: Well, how do you know it's really there? Littlefoot's Mother: Some things you see with your eyes, others you see with your heart. Littlefoot: I don't understand, Mother. Littlefoot's Mother: You will, my son. You will.
Littlefoot: Why can't I play with that three-horn? We were having fun. Littlefoot's Mother: Well, we all stick to our own kinds. The three-horns, the spike-tails, the swimmers, the flyers... we never do anything together. Littlefoot: Why? Littlefoot's Mother: Because we're different. It's always been that way. Littlefoot: Well, why? Littlefoot's Mother: Oh, don't worry so much. When we reach the Great Valley, there'll be many many long necks for you to play with. Littlefoot: (sighs) I wish we were there now. Littlefoot's Mother: Well, it's a long way yet. Past the Great Rock that Looks Like a Long Neck, and pass the Mountains that Burn... still a long way, but we'll get there.
Cera: You again? Go away! That's MY Hopper. Littlefoot: I saw him first. Cera: Well, he's in my pond.
Littlefoot: I'm going to the Great Valley. We could help each other. Cera: A three-horn does not need help from a long neck. Littlefoot: At least we won't be alone. Cera: Well, when I find my sisters, I won't BE alone! So, go away. Three-horns can be very dangerous, and they only talk with other three-horns, and they only travel with other three-horns.
(repeated line) Ducky: Yep, yep, yep.
Petrie: Mother present. Very important. I can stay here and let nobody touch it. Ducky: Yeah, Petrie. You keep it safe. Yep, yep, yep. Littlefoot: Nope, nope, nope. I'm not a carrier. Get off.
Ducky: The tree is talking! Littlefoot: No it isn't. Ducky: You should not eat talking trees. Nope, nope nope.
Petrie: I fly? Ducky: No, you falled. Petrie: I FALL? Ducky: You cannot fly? But how did you get way up there? Petrie: I climb. Littlefoot: But you are a flyer, not a faller. Petrie: Hard thing, to fly. (imitates a shot down airplane) Littlefoot: I guess it is. We can't do it. Ducky: Nope. We cannot do that alright.
Littlefoot: We did it. We did it together.
Petrie: You've got a nice flat head, Flat Head.
Littlefoot: Do you smell something? Petrie: (Ducky's on his head) I... I smell... I smell... I smell... hmm... Ducky. Ducky: You smell me? Ha ha!
Cera: Look at what they're doing. They're so greedy. What about me? I'm still hungry! Petrie: YOU hungry? I'm empty all the way to the top! Now we're at the Great Valley and STILL GOT NO GREEN FOODS! We be hungry FOREVER! Oh... Littlefoot: Petrie, Cera's wrong. THIS isn't the Great Valley. Ducky: It is not a Great ANYTHING.
Cera: See? I can take care of myself all by myself. I'm not afraid to be alone, I know my way to go, AND I'm not afraid of Sharp Tooth... I hope he doesn't eat any of you!
Cera: NOW do you believe me? Littlefoot: I'm sorry. We're safe now. Cera: Nobody's safe with you.
Littlefoot: You can't quit now. What if the Great Valley's just over the top of these rocks?
Cera: This is the Great Valley? You're crazy! I'm leaving! Littlefoot: Cera, we have to keep following the bright circle. Cera: I'm taking the easy way. Littlefoot: But it's the WRONG WAY! Cera: Who says? Littlefoot: My mother. Cera: Then SHE was a stupid long neck too. Littlefoot: Take that back! Cera: Never! Littlefoot: TAKE IT BACK! Cera: NO!
Littlefoot: Go on! Go the wrong way! We never wanted you with us anyway.
Ducky: Cera's way is easier. Petrie: I think so too.
Narrator: Cera was still too proud to admit that she'd gone the wrong way.