Garth Jennings credited as playing...
Miss Crawly
- Buster Moon: We're gonna put on this show whether Crystal wants it or not. But first... we're gonna jump out that window.
- Meena, Rosita, Johnny, Gunter, Ash, Nooshy, Miss Crawly: What?
- Clay Calloway: I'm beginning to like this guy.
- Miss Crawly: [Buster has just put Miss Crawley in charge. Military music is heard as she rides around in a cherry picker, uncharacteristically barking orders from a megaphone at Mason the walrus set worker] MASON!
- Mason: [startled] Whoa?
- Miss Crawly: THAT VOLCANO SHOULD'VE BEEN FINISHED YESTERDAY
- Mason: [salutes nervously] W-We're on it, Miss Crawley!
- Miss Crawly: YOU BETTER BE!
- [to Meena and Darius, who are rehearsing]
- Miss Crawly: MEENA! DARIUS! TAKE IT FROM THE TOP AN' THIS TIME, PUT A LITTLE JUICE IN IT, WILL YA?
- Meena: I'm trying my best, Miss. Crawley...
- Darius: A little juice?
- Porsha Crystal: [Porsha enters with shopping bags on each arm] Hey, everybody!
- Miss Crawly: [turning the cherry picker to face Porsha, shouts through the megaphone] YOU'RE TWO HOURS LATE FOR REHEARSAL!
- Porsha Crystal: [confused] Wait. Wait, where's the koala? Who are you?
- Miss Crawly: I'M IN CHARGE! THAT'S WHO! NOW, GET YOUR TAIL TO WARDROBE, SWEETHEART.
- Buster Moon: [Buster is starting a rehearsal with Ash and Gunter by his side] Lots of energy now, and...
- [a groan issues off camera. Buster, Ash and Gunter react in horror as they see... an alarmingly disheveled and traumatized Miss Crawly enters groaning, having returned from her ordeal with Clay Calloway's security system]
- Buster Moon: [concerned] Miss. Crawly?
- [Miss Crawly continues to groan and whimper and moves towards Buster in a zombie-like manner before grabbing him by the collar]
- Miss Crawly: [panicky and fervently] You can't go back there, Mr. Moon! Never! NEVER!
- Buster Moon: What happened to you?
- Miss Crawly: That lion you see, he's crazy...
- [grabs Buster's shirt again; shouts]
- Miss Crawly: CRAZY! Oh... He's CRAZZZEEEE...
- [Miss Crawly starts imitating the sound of Clay Calloway firing his paintball gun as she hobbles away, still traumatized]
- Miss Crawly: Pew... Pew! Pew! Pew! Pew! Pew...! Pew! Pew!
- Ash: [floored; as Miss Crawly continues to "pew, pew"] Wow... She's really a mess!