Thomas Dekker credited as playing...
Littlefoot
- Littlefoot: I think I know who Doc is!
- Cera: What's to know? He's a squinty-eyed old Longneck with no friends.
- Petrie: Me could have tell you that!
- Littlefoot: Who needs them? A lone dinosaur doesn't need anyone! Gee, I wonder if all the other lone dinosaurs talked out loud to themselves like this?
- Cera: Well, I agree with my dad. I think he was the one who caused all the bad luck.
- Littlefoot: We know who caused the bad luck, Cera, and it wasn't Doc. It was us.
- Cera: Look, I never really liked the guy very much, okay? And I don't think I believe in any of this bad luck stuff. But if the grown ups want to blame him, why not let him?
- Littlefoot: Because it's not fair! They're going to end up chasing him away, and I don't want him to go.
- Cera: Well, there's nothing you can do about it anyway.
- Littlefoot: Yes, there is! I can fix it!
- Littlefoot: Doc, don't go too far. We never know when we might need a hero.
- Doc: You already got a hero, kid.
- Littlefoot: You talkin' to *me*? *You* talkin' to me? Who are you talkin' to? You sure you feel up to it, friend?
- Cera: [sighs] Ugh, what a day! I thought we'd never get home.
- Littlefoot: [Breathes] Hey, we got the twins back, and your dad never even knew they ran away!
- Cera's Dad: Ran away?
- Cera: [Gasps] Hi, Daddy.
- Cera's Dad: What do you mean, Cera? Did the twins really run away?
- Cera: Well, uh, sort of, for a little while, but they didn't go far.
- Dana: Ussie go, go.
- Dinah: Sorry, rocky.
- Dana: Far!
- Ducky: They said they went to Saurus Rock.
- Cera's Dad: Saurus Rock? Cera, it was your duty to watch the twins and you failed!
- Cera: Yes, Daddy.
- Cera's Dad: I am very disappointed in you! Now you march yourself right home. Apparently, you still need to be watched yourself! Losing the twins! I never heard of such a thing! It's absurd!
- Littlefoot: He sure looks dead.
- Littlefoot: [Sniffs] He sure smells dead. Come on. You can do this. What's the big deal? It's just a big, dead sharptooth. Might as well be a... a pile of dirt. A big, smelly pile of dirt with... big sharp teeth inside. I'm gonna need a stick or something to get his mouth open
- Littlefoot: [Having opened the Sharptooth's mouth with a big stick] Eww! I'd better just pick one and get out of here. I don't know how long that stick will hold. That looks like a good one.
- Littlefoot: [as he tries to push one of it's teeth out] It's stuck in there pretty tight. I can do this. Whew! Good thing there's a breeze in here.
- Littlefoot: [realizing something] Wait a second. I'm inside a dead Sharptooth. Why would there be a breeze... unless it's breathing? But if it's breathing... then that means... . IT'S ALIIIIIIVE!
- Cera's Dad: What are you children doing?
- Cera: Oh, hi Daddy.
- Littlefoot: Hello, sir. We were just, uh...
- Cera's Dad: Don't you kids realize this is the Time of the Changing Treestars? We can't waste those that haven't fallen yet! They must be eaten before they dry up; do you want us to run out of food entirely?
- Cera: Have you seen them? Are they here? Please say they're here!
- Littlefoot: Huh? Who?
- Cera: The twins!
- Littlefoot: Mhm, no, they're not here.
- Cera: Oh, no! They've disappeared!
- Cera: [shouts] Dinah! Dana!
- Littlefoot: Kids?
- Petrie: Yoo-hoo!