The Penguins of Madagascar2008

Marlene:
Hey, guys.

Skipper:
Marlene, you really have to say something before you burst in on us like that.

Private:
Luckily you didn't set off our habitat's new security grid.

Kowalski:
Tear gas, blow darts, land mines, the whole enchilada.

Marlene:
Isn't that a little severe?

Skipper:
Is it? One of these days, you'll learn that there is only one universal language: force.

Kowalski:
And math.

Skipper:
Right. Force and math.

Marlene:
Music, also.

Skipper:
Force, math and music are really the only...

Private:
Laughter?

[Skippers slaps Private]

Skipper:
The point is, we speak fluent force around here, and we feel safer knowing that no one, and I mean no one, is getting inside our lair.