Ice Age

— You have beautiful eyes.
— Get off my face.

Let's get something straight here, okay? There is no "we." There never was a "we." In fact, without me, there wouldn't even be a "you."

I don't like this cat. He reads minds.

— I'm a genius! From now on, you'll have to refer to me as Sid, Lord of the Flame.
— Hey, Lord of the Flame, your tail's on fire.