[re: Yzma] Kuzco: Living proof that dinosaurs once roamed
the Earth.
[re: Kuzco] Yzma: I practically raised him. Kronk: You'd
think he would've turned out better. Yzma: Yeah, go figure.
Kuzco: Let me guess. We're about to go over a huge waterfall.
Pacha: Yep. Kuzco: Sharp rocks at the bottom? Pacha: Most
likely. Kuzco: Bring it on.
Kuzco: OK, I admit it. Maybe I wasn't as nice as I should
have been but, Yzma, do you really want to kill me? Yzma:
Just think of it as you're being let go, that your life's
going in a different direction, that your body's part of
a permanent outplacement.
Kuzco: Let me guess. We're about to go over a huge waterfall.
Pacha: Yep. Kuzco: Large sharp jagged rocks at the bottom?
Pacha: Most probably. Kuzco: Bring it on.
Kuzco: NO TOUCHY!
Yzma: Pull the lever! [Assistant pulls a lever; Yzma falls
through a trapdoor into the moat.] Wrong lever! [Back inside,
detaching a crocodile from her rump.] Why do we even have
that lever?
[Considering seven potential brides who all look remarkably
alike] Kuzco: Now what do we have here? Hate the hair; not
likely; yikes; yikes; yikes; and, let me guess, you have
a great personality.
Yzma: Tell us where the talking llama is and we'll burn
your house to the ground. Kronk: Don't you mean "or"? Yzma:
[sighs] Tell us where the talking llama is *or* we'll burn
your house to the ground. Chaca: Well, which one is it?
That seems like a pretty crucial conjuction.
Waitress: Ordering! 3 pork combos, extra bacon on the side,
2 chili cheese samplers, a basket of liver and onion rings,
a catch of the day, and a steak cut in the shape of a trout!
You got all that honey? Kronk: 3 oinkers wearing pants,
plate full of hot air, basket of grandma's breakfast and
change the bull to a gill, got it!
Yzma: A few drops of this in his drink and he'll be dead
before dessert. Kronk: Too bad, because it's gonna be delicious.
Old Man: Oh, that wasn't the first time I was thrown out
of a window and it won't be the last. What can I say? I'm
a rebel!
Pacha: Someday, you're gonna find yourself all alone, with
nobody to blame but yourself. Kuzko: Thanks. I'll log that
one away.
[Plotting ways to kill Kuzco] Yzma: How shall I do it? Aha!
I know... I'll turn him into a flea. A small, harmless,
little flea. Then, I'll put that flea into a box, put that
box into another box, send the box to myself, and when I
get it, [laughs] I'll smash it with a hammer! It's brilliant,
I tell you! Genius, I say!
Yzma: Take him out of town and finish the job now! Kronk:
What about dinner? Yzma: Kronk, this is kind of important.
Kronk: How about dessert? Yzma: Well, I suppose there's
time for dessert. Kronk: And coffee? Yzma: All right, a
quick cup of coffee. Then take him out of town and finish
the job!
