Kevin McDonald: Pleakley

Lilo & Stitch

Pleakley

Pleakley: Oh great! He's loose!
Jumba: His destructive programming is taking effect. He will be irresistibly drawn to large cities, where he will back up sewers, reverse street signs, and steal everyone's left shoe.

Pleakley: Help! I don't like the ocean! Ahh! Oh, look, a friendly little dolphin. They helped sailors during the war... It's a shark! It's a shark and it ain't friendly! Looks like a dolphin... Tricky fish! Tricky fish! Octopus, will you please help me? An octo... the octopus is worse than the shark! I hate this planet!

Grand Councilwoman: Can we not simply destroy the island?
Pleakley: NO, crazyhead! The mosquito's food of choice, primitive humanoid lifeforms, have colonies all over that planet.
Grand Councilwoman: Are they intelligent?
Pleakley: No. But they're very delicate. In fact, every time an asteroid strikes their planet, they have to begin life all over. Fascinating, isn't it?

Pleakley: [after Stitch chews on his head] All is well! Please go about your business! I'm okay!
Nani: Uh, your head looks... swollen.
Jumba: Actually, she's just ugly.
Pleakley: [laughing nervously] Oh, he's joking. Ugly - Look at me!

Jumba: WHAT? After all you put me through, you expect me to help you just like that? JUST LIKE THAT?
Stitch: [alien language] Ih.
Jumba: Fine!
Pleakley: "Fine"? You're doing what he says?
Jumba: He's very persuasive!

Pleakley: [Nani sees Pleakley and Jumba arrest Stitch] Don't interact with her.
[They turn their backs on Nani]
Nani: Where's Lilo?
Jumba: Who?
[Pleakley hits Jumba]
Jumba: What?
Nani: Lilo. My sister.
Jumba: Uh... sorry, we do not know anyone by this, uh...
Nani: Lilo! She's a little girl this big, she has black hair and brown eyes and she hangs around with that THING!
Jumba: [sighs] We know her.
Nani: Bring... her... back.
Pleakley: Oh, we can't do that. Uh-uh. That would be misuse of galactic resources.
Jumba: See, problem is, we're just here for him.
Nani: So she's gone?
Pleakley: Look at the bright side. You won't have to yell at anyone anymore.

Pleakley: Look! A mosquito has chosen me as her perch. She's so beautiful. Look, another one! And another one! Why, it's a whole flock! They like me! They're nuzzling my flesh with their noses! Now they're... they're... Aaaaaaaah!

Grand Councilwoman: A quiet capture would require an understanding of 626 that we do not possess! Who then, Mr. Pleakley, would *you* send for his extraction?
Pleakley: [thinks for a moment] Does he have a brother?
[Councilwoman rolls her eyes]
Pleakley: Close relative, perhaps?
[Later, in the prison where Jumba is kept]
Pleakley: [nervously] Friendly cousin? Neighbor with a beard?

Pleakley: Oh, good! I was hoping to add theft, endangerment, and INSANITY to my list of things I did today!
Jumba: Ha ha! You too?

Pleakley: Oh, can't complain, Mom. Camping out with a convicted criminal. And, uh... oh, I had my head chewed on by a monster!

Pleakley: Hold it! Hold everything! Earth is a protected wildlife preserve. Yeah, we've been using it to rebuild the mosquito population, which need I remind you, is an endangered species.

Grand Councilwoman: What about military forces just landing there?
Pleakley: Well that would be a BAD IDEA! These are extremely simple creatures, miss. Landing there would create mass mayhem and planet-wide panic!

Pleakley: [while being jerked up and down by a running Jumba] We! Can not! Be Seen!