- Brandy Harrington: [see's Mama Croc trying to eat Whiskers] Hey! Spit him out. Now!
- Mr. Whiskers: Ack. Patooey! A little dental floss wouldn't kill you, sister!
- Mama Croc: Oh, are you his babysitter?
- Brandy Harrington: Unfortunately. Yeah.
- Mama Croc: I'm Mrs. Croc. You can call me Mama.
- Mr. Whiskers: I gotta few others things I'm thinking of calling you.
- Brandy Harrington: [Brandy and Whiskers are in the middle of tracking down Mama Croc's lost eggs. Brandy is holding one of her newly hatched babies] Okay! Six down, three to go. We can do this!
- Mama Croc: [calls out through the jungle] Brandy?
- Mr. Whiskers: We're lunch! But on a positive note, we'll find out if I taste like chicken.
- Brandy Harrington: Go! I'll stall her
- Mr. Whiskers: Nice knowin' ya.
- Brandy Harrington: Get out!
- [as Whiskers runs off as Mama Croc approaches Brandy]
- Mama Croc: My, my, look at him! He looks good enough to eat!
- Brandy Harrington: [holds up baby crocodile] Better him than me.
- [to Mama Croc, sweet voice]
- Brandy Harrington: Isn't he the cutest?
- Mama Croc: [looking menacing] How are the others?
- Brandy Harrington: And those teeth!
- [Baby crocodile snaps at her]
- Brandy Harrington: Goo goo ga ga!
- Mama Croc: I want to see the rest of them.
- [starts walking away]
- Brandy Harrington: [catches up to Mama Croc] Hey, have you had anything to eat lately, 'cause low blood sugar can make you angry and eat things you shouldn't... like me!
- Brandy Harrington: [sunbathing when a Lemur walks across her gut] Oof! Hey, any chance I could get a fruit plate or something?
- Lemur Monkey: Fruit for ze pooch?
- [bunch of lemurs rattle the tree, bombarding Brandy with fruit. Her head gets stuck inside of a coconut]
- Brandy Harrington: Fruit plate
- [pulls off the coconut]
- Brandy Harrington: plate?
- [a plate is dropped on her head, side first]
- Brandy Harrington: Ow! No wonder they call it a jungle.
- Brandy Harrington: [Brandy and Whiskers are in the middle of tracking down Mama Croc's lost eggs. Brandy is holding one of her newly hatched babies] ! Six down, three to go. We can do this!
- Mama Croc: [calls out] Brandy?
- Mr. Whiskers: We're lunch! But on a positive note, we'll find out if I taste like chicken.
- Brandy Harrington: Go! I'll stall her.
- Mr. Whiskers: Nice knowin' ya.
- Brandy Harrington: Get out!
- [Whiskers runs off as Mama Croc approaches Brandy]
- Mama Croc: My, my, look at him! He looks good enough to eat!
- Brandy Harrington: [to baby crocodile] Better him than me.
- [to Mama Croc, sweet voice]
- Brandy Harrington: Isn't he the cutest?
- Mama Croc: [looking menacing] How are the others?
- Brandy Harrington: And those teeth!
- [Baby crocodile snaps at her]
- Brandy Harrington: Goo goo ga ga!
- Mama Croc: [starts to walk off] I want to see the rest of them.
- Brandy Harrington: So do I.
- [catches up to Mama Croc]
- Brandy Harrington: Hey, have you had anything to eat lately, 'cause low blood sugar can make you angry and eat things you shouldn't like me.