Cornelius:
Well, what do you have to say?

Edgar:
Uh... sorry we're late?

Cornelius:
Russell, your mouth is hanging open!

Russell:
Oh, I want to fly it! PLEASE?

Abigail:
Don't be silly, you'll crash it!

Cornelius:
Correct, Abigail. It's far too delicate for Furlings.

Abigail:
Huh? I didn't mean me!

Michelle:
Uncle Cornelius, your mouth is hanging open!

Abigail:
This isn't a picnic! Here! Pack something useful!

Russell:
Boy, I've been working up an appetite!

Edgar:
We're going to climb?

Russell:
We can't DIG our way up!

Abigail:
You were right, Edgar. I was wrong. Thanks for coming to my rescue!

Russell:
What about me? I broke your fall!

Abigail:
You too, Russell!

Edgar:
You know, Abigail, sometimes I wish I was brave... like you.

Abigail:
You are.

Russell:
Gee, & I thought meals were ALWAYS out of control at MY house!

Edgar:
How are we gonna get anybody to help us find the herbs?

Russell:
Maybe these guys won't be so grouchy after they eat.

Abigail:
Well, we can't wait that long!

Waggs:
Aha! NOW the truth comes out! They're just here to steal our food!

Edgar:
No, we're just looking for lungwort & eyebright.

Waggs:
Liar!

Edgar:
It's true! We need the herbs to heal a sick badger back home!

Waggs:
More lies! Why would a mole, a mouse, and a hedgehog want to help a foul-smelling, worm-eating, good-for-nothing badger?

Edgar:
Michelle's none of those things. She's our friend, understand? And we've come too far to be stopped now. Step aside!

Russell:
Wait a minute! I know how to get up there. We'll use Cornelius' Flapper-Wing-A-Ma-Thing.

Edgar:
Russell, good thinking! We'll FLY to the top of the cliff!

Willy:
You don't really mean "fly"?

Waggs:
You heard 'em, Willy. They'll flap their little paws & fly like birdies.

Michelle:
Uncle Cornelius, why do you look so sad?

Cornelius:
My goodness!

Cornelius:
Oh, Michelle! You're all right!

Michelle:
Of course, I am! I just had...

Michelle:
... a long nap!

Michelle:
What's that?

Cornelius:
Great Honk!

Cornelius:
My Flapper-Wing-A-Ma-Thing! But how did you get it here?

Abigail:
We built it.

Russell:
And we flew it!

Cornelius:
Marvelous! Magnificent! Stupendous! You three have changed so much these past few days, I hardly recognize you.

Cornelius:
You're no longer my Furlings. You've grown up.

Edgar's Mothers:
Oh, Edgar! When we ran from the gas, I was worried sick about you! Did you forget your scarf somewhere?

Edgar:
No, Mama. This is what I forgot.

Michelle:
Look, Uncle Cornelius! All the mommies & daddies are coming back!

Cornelius:
Not all of them, my dear. I'll never be able to replace your mummy & daddy, but I'll do my best.

Michelle:
I guess nothing will ever be the same again, will it, Uncle Cornelius?

Cornelius:
Well, my dear, if we all work as hard to save Dapplewood as your three friends worked to save you, it will.

Abigail's Father:
I'll have you know that when I was a Furling, I couldn't WAIT to get to Cornelius' class!

Abigail:
Yes, daddy!

Abigail's Father:
Well, at least he's taught you to behave! But you never stop climbing trees!

Abigail:
Yes, daddy!

Russell:
Good thing you're a slow climber!

Abigail:
My friends & I are lost, and...

Phineas:
Say no more, child! We, too, are lost! Lost in our grief!

Russell:
What's he squawking about?

Edgar:
Shhhh... someone's died.

Russell:
Oh...

Abigail:
You'll find some more, Russell. That's never been a problem for you!

Russell:
That's true...

Waggs:
For all the good it'll do you, I'd like to see YOU get the lungwort! No one in Oakdale's ever been able to reach it! But I'll bet you three can!

Russell:
That's right! We've already got a plan, right, Edgar?

Edgar:
I don't know.

Russell:
You've been leading long enough, now it's MY turn!

Abigail:
You probably don't even know where you're going!

Russell:
Maybe YOU don't know where you're going, but I do!

Cornelius:
Well, Furlings, there are times when we must learn to accept... setbacks.

Michelle:
Looks like one of those times, doesn't it?

Abigail:
I can hardly see him behind his papers. He must be working on an experiment.

Edgar:
Good. Maybe he won't notice we're late.

Michelle:
I bet he's working on the big surprise, I'll betcha!

Russell:
Oh, I LOVE surprises! Let's have a look!

Edgar:
Come on, we'd better hurry!

Michelle:
If Uncle Cornelius asks, tell him it isn't MY fault you're late!

Russell:
I guess we wrecked the big surprise.

Cornelius:
No, you just wrecked months & months of work!

Michelle:
Uncle Cornelius, what's "ru-rumertism"?

Cornelius:
Rheumatism, Michelle.

Cornelius:
Russell, you are one lucky hedgehog. It's far too rare for a Furling to survive an encounter with... with...

Michelle:
A monster?

Cornelius:
That is a good name for it.