Ace Ventura: Take that, you winged spawn of Satan!

Ace Ventura: Where iz zhe bat?

Fulton Greenwall: Ace, the Wachutus are a blood-thirsty, savage tribe. If they catch you, they will show no mercy!

Ace Ventura: Worry not, my brother. For I will be as a fly on the wall - a grain of salt in the ocean. I will move amongst them like a transparent... *thing*.

Ace Ventura: Just what sort of bat are we talking about?

Fulton Greenwall: The Great White Bat, of course.

Ace Ventura: Corpus Kilochiroptera?

Fulton Greenwall: Yes, but to the natives... Shikaka.

Ace Ventura: Shikaka...

Ace Ventura: Shikaka!

Ace Ventura: Shikasha!

Ace Ventura: Ohhh! Shishkebab.

Ace Ventura: Shawshank Redemption.

Ace Ventura: ShicaaaaGO!

Ace Ventura: You're outta there! Go on, I gotcha, you're out.

Ace Ventura: Mmm, this fruit paste is delicious. And the pottery is lovely.

Ouda: It's made from guano.

Ace Ventura: Guano! Why's that sounding so familiar?

Fulton Greenwall: Bat droppings.

Fulton Greenwall: Guano is their main raw material, they're using it to made a lot of things in the village.

Ace Ventura: Yummie!

Ace Ventura: You know, gingivitis is the number one cause of all tooth decay.

Ace Ventura: [the Tiny Warrior shrieks in Wachutu] What did he just say?

Fulton Greenwall: I *think* he said, she's not a virgin.

Ace Ventura: [pause] They can *tell* that?

Ace Ventura: Guano bowls! Collect the whole set...

Ace Ventura: Nobody wants to play with me!

Ace Ventura: Pretty hot in these rhinos...

Ace Ventura: Your request is not unlike your lower intestine: stinky and loaded with danger.

Ace Ventura: It is the mucus that binds us.

Ace Ventura: I'll have you know that I have the reflexes of a cat and the speed of a mongoose. Throw it. I DARE YOU!

Ace Ventura: Friends, rodents, quadrupeds, lend me your rears!

Airplane Stewardess: Peanut?

Ace Ventura: Yes, I have one right here. It's bulky, but I consider it carry-on.

Airplane Stewardess: Peanut.

Ace Ventura: You're an extreme workaholic. You recently returned from a short trip to Gotan in northern Africa, and upon your return you more than likely took a nasty spill because of some... shotty masonry work.

Vincent Cadby: Very impressive... might I ask, how?

Ace Ventura: Surely... The abrasion on the palm of your left hand is the type one sustains breaking a fall of 3 to 5 feet, the small reminisce of plaster on the tip of your shoe pointed to a careless mason beam, the culprit, your new watch, a quality forgery of a cartieah was most likely purchased through the north African black market known to reside in Gotan.

Vincent Cadby: And my work habits?

Ace Ventura: Yes, a workaholic, the urine stain on your pants would signify that you're a single shake man, far to busy for a follow up jiggle.

Ace Ventura: There's someone on the wing! Some... THING! I'm sorry, what were you saying?

Ace Ventura: Meeting with sinister types much? A not too much, a much too much.