Melman's Confession

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[Meanwhile with the penguins repairing the plane]

Skipper: Looks impressive, Kowalski, but will it fly?

Kowalski: Yes. If we fold it here, here and here. [Make a blue prints into a paper plane.]

Skipper: Nice.

Alex: Oh, man. My dad thinks I'm a total loser. I've ruined my parents' lives.

Zebra: That is definitely not crack-a-lackin'.

Alex: It is lackin' in the crackin', my friend. I've gotta fix this.

Michael: Tell me about it.

Melman: So....there's... There's something I gotta tell you.

Gloria: Hey, guys. Is this place great or what?!

Alex: I'd go with "or what."

Gloria: Well, I'll tell you what. You're not gonna believe it, but....I got a date with Moto Moto.

Melman: Who's Moto Moto?

Gloria: Oh, he's so big and handsome and big! You know what "Moto Moto" means?

Melman: Twins?

Zebra: It means, "Hot Hot."

Melman: "Hot Hot"?

Gloria: When did you start parlez-ing African?

Zebra: It's in my blood.

Melman: Don't worry, you can flirt around with Mr. Hot Pants after I'm gone.

Gloria: What's the deal Melman, why am I the parade and you're the rain?

Melman: Why are you driving your parade under my rain?

Gloria: Maybe I'll just parade myself: in another part of town!

Alex: Whoa, guys.

Melman: Fine by me by the way. Main Street's mine!

Gloria: Well, you can have your old stinking main street!

Melman: And you can take your hotee-tot float and Mr. Hotee Moto Moto...

Zebra: What are we talking about?

Alex: Melman, why don't you just tell her?

Melman: What? Tell her? What are you... I don't know what you're talking about.

Gloria: So I guess I'll go, then.

Melman: You know what? Don't bother.

Gloria: Don't get up on my account.

Alex: Melman! Gloria!

Christian: Where are you guys going?

Zebra: I thought you guys were friends!

Alex: Yeah. Marty's absolutely right.

Zebra: Marty?

[The real Marty shows up.]

Marty: Marty?

Christian: Marty?

Alex: Marty?

Thomas: Thomas!

Christian: Thomas.

Thomas: Hehe.

Marty: What the heck is going on?

Alex: You're not? Oh! He was... I thought he... You're not him. He's... Oh.

Marty: You thought that guy...was me?

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