Smilodon Diego

— I actually thought you were gonna eat me.
— I don't eat junk food.

I've eaten things that didn't complain as much!

— Oh, look, Manny. A mammoth.
— Ooh. Somebody pinch me.
— Hey, hey, this fat one looks just like you. Aww! And he's got a family. Oh, and he's happy. Look, he's playing with his kid. See, Manny, that's your problem. That's what mammoths are supposed to do.
— Sid.
— Find a she-moth, have little baby mammoths and, and...
— Sid! Shut up.

Where's the baby? There he is! Where's the baby? There he is!

Wow! Whoo! Yeah! Who's up for round two? Oh. T-T-Tell the kid to be more careful.

Diego: — Um, that pink thing is mine.
Sid: — Uh, no, actually, that pink thing belongs to us.
Diego: — Us? You two are a bit of an odd couple.
Manfred: — There is no us!
Diego: — I see. Can't have one of your own, so you want to adopt.
Sid: — Look, I'm sorry to interrupt your snack, but we got to go.
Diego: — The baby? Please. I was returning him to his herd.
Sid: — Oh, yeah. Nice try, bucktooth.
Diego: — You calling me a liar?
Sid: — I didn't say that.
Diego: — You were thinking it.
Sid: — I don't like this cat. He reads minds.

Sid: — Aw, the big, bad tigey-wigey gets left behind. Poor tigey-wigey.
Manfred: — Sid, tigey-wigey's gonna lead the way.
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Diego: — You won't always have Jumbo around to protect you. And when that day comes, I suggest you watch your back, 'cause I'll be chewing on it.
Manfred: — Hey, Uber tracker, up front where I can see you!
Sid: — Help me.

Well, unless you know how to track, you're never gonna reach them before the pass closes up with snow, which should be, like, tomorrow. So you can give that baby to me or go get lost in a blizzard.

You got to be strong. You have to take care of Manfred and Sid. Especially Sid.

— You know what, Diego, I've never had a friend who would risk his life for me.
— Yeah. Manny's... He's a good guy.

— Oh, look at the cute little baby, Diego. Isn't it nice he'll be joining us for breakfast?
— It wouldn't be breakfast without him.
— Especially since his daddy wiped out half our pack and wears our skin to keep warm. An eye for an eye. Don't you think?
— Let's show that human what happens when he messes with sabers.
— Alert the troops. We attack at dawn. And, Diego, bring me that baby... alive. If I'm gonna enjoy my revenge, I want it to be fresh.

Manfred: — Tell me that was your stomach.
Diego: — Shh!
Sid: — I'm sure it was just thunder. From underground?