Legend of the Guardians: The Owls of Ga'Hoole Quotes

Noctus: [from trailer] Legend tells of a band of noble warriors... known as the Guardians of Ga'hoole. Whenever trouble is at hand, seek them out. For they are sworn to protect the innocent, and vanquish evil... Should I stop?

Soren: No! Well, what?

Noctus: No.

Soren: This is my favorite part!

Digger: [from trailer] Knock knock.

Gylfie: Who's there?

Digger: Owls.

Gylfie: Owls who?

Digger: Heh! That's right. Owls *hoo.*

Twilight: If I have to hear any more of his *ridiculous* owl jokes...

Digger: Hoohoo. It's *hilarious!*

Kludd: [from trailer] You have a soft head, Soren. Filled with stories, and dreams.

Soren: There's nothing wrong with dreams.

Grimble: [from trailer] Then you're gonna need to fly a long way to get to the Guardians.

Soren: You mean they're real?

Grimble: Oh, they're real alright.

Gylfie: Soren, we did it.

Soren: Yeah. Yeah, I guess we did. I just hope Allomere finds the owlets.

Ezylryb: Oh, to be a young owl with a taste for adventure, arriving at The Tree for the first time. Well done to hold your own in there. Some more nice strong gizzards. The Tree always needs them.

Soren: He is one strange owl.

Gylfie: I think he might be missing a few talons.

Otulissa: And a good bath. Gross old owl.

Echidna: Remember, when your wings are weak, your spirits done and you've flown as far as you can, you're halfway there!

Gylfie: What did he say?

Digger: We're halfway there! Oh yeah. Woo-hoo! this is gonna be a breeze.

Kludd: [from trailer] You had a head start!

Soren: No I didn't!

Kludd: Yeah, you did.

Digger: Hey! Oh, nice hunting, you should be really proud of yourself. Catching a moth that's already been caught.

Soren: Wait, you hadn't caught it!

Digger: ...I was very close. One might even say I was *this* close!

Digger: [moth flies away] Oh.

Marella: We're so proud of you.

Soren: Da, the stories. They're real.

Noctus: You made them real, Soren.

Digger: [to Soren and Gylfie] Do you even know the way to the Sea of Hoolemere? Twilight knows the way.

Twilight: Of course I know the way! We are off to the Sea of Huladance!

Digger: [whispers] It's Hoolemere.

Twilight: ...Hoolemere!

Soren: I'm not letting you hurt one more soul.

Metalbeak: Oh, you're not letting me. Oh, what a pity to waste such a strong, young, and confident Tyto.

Soren: I'm not letting you hurt one more soul!

Metalbeak: Oh, you're not letting me? Oh, what a pity to waste such a strong, young and confident Tyto.

Ezylryb: No, Soren!

Metalbeak: Oh, you know this sad old owl?

Soren: He's my teacher. My hero.

Metalbeak: Well, your hero can teach you one last lesson about Pure Ones' strength...

Nyra: [restraining Ezylryb] Don't move.

Metalbeak: ...by letting you watch him die.

Twilight: If I have to hear another of his Owl Jokes!

Digger: What? They're a hoot!

Soren: With the peace restored, it was time for celebration, and recognition that our small band of owls, who fate and a storm had blown into the Tree, now stood before its king and queen as young Guardians. Ready finally, with all their hearts, to take that ancient oath: To mend those who are broken, to make strong the weak, and without hesitation, vanquish the evil. For as we know, Nyra escaped. And Kludd? Well, Kludd was never found. Should I stop?

Pete: What? Please, don't stop!

Soren: I don't wanna give anyone daymares.

Pete: Aw, come on. There must be more! There must be!

Digger: Just because it's sung doesn't make it a song.

Twilight: That poem just came to me, if you can believe it.

Digger: I think I can believe it.

Twilight: It's a gift.

Ezylryb: Feel the gutters, the currents in the rain! A scupper! A swillage! Baggywrinkles!

Otulissa: Baggywrinkles? He could have at least given us a vocabulary list.

Metalbeak: Well, the legendary Lyze of Kiel. Once again, it's come down to just you and me. At last, I can take my revenge for this.

[Indicates helmet]

Ezylryb: Hmm. You should thank me. It appears to be an improvement.

Nyra: My lord.

Metalbeak: Hm?

Nyra: Our work at St. Aegolius is very nearly done. The last of the flecks are on their way, and I've brought you an offering with beating hearts. Your new soldiers, tested and pure. One in particular shows exceptional promise.

Metalbeak: I'll be the judge of that. You. Soldier. Step forward. Yes, you're right to be afraid in my presence. What is your name?

Kludd: [softly] Kludd.

Metalbeak: Speak up!

Kludd: Kludd! My - my name is Kludd.

Metalbeak: There, that's better. Remember, weakness is for the lower species, never for us. Do you know why, Kludd?

Kludd: Because we are Tytos.

Soren: Why didn't you tell me?

Ezylryb: What difference does it make what I call myself?

Soren: Because Lyze of Kiel was my hero.

Ezylryb: Yes, well, fancy it must be hard meeting your hero and seeing that he's real, not a myth.

Soren: You're just, you're just not...

Ezylryb: What did you expect? Some Tyto Alba with gleaming armour and battle claws, the moon rising behind him?

Soren: Uh...

Ezylryb: Well, this is what it looks like when you've actually fought in battle. It's not glorious, it's not beautiful, it's not even heroic. It's merely doing what's right, and doing it again and again, even if someday you look like this.

Soren: So you wrote The Chronicle of the Battle of the Ice Claws?

Ezylryb: Uh, I - I think so. Well, actually, yes. I did.

Soren: Were you there?

Ezylryb: Yes.

Soren: What, as a scribe?

Ezylryb: Um... Well, no, as a soldier. As the, I guess you could say, leader of all the soldiers.

Soren: [quietly] You're Lyze of Kiel.

Kludd: Your precious Guardians are finished, Soren. The Pure Ones will triumph, and Tytos will take their rightful place as rulers of the owl kingdoms. Oh, it's gonna be glorious!

Soren: Glorious? No, the Pure Ones are monsters. You saw what they were doing. They were moon blinking other owls and they were turning them into slaves!

Kludd: You're just weak, Soren. Still living in your dreams.

Soren: No, my dreams are what make me strong, Kludd. They led me to the Guardians.

Kludd: A pity there won't be any Guardians left after today.

Soren: I don't understand. How could you join the Pure Ones after what they did to us?

Kludd: What they did to us? They believe in me like no one else ever has! Metal Beak says the strong will triumph, the broken are put out of their misery. And honor? Honor is just another word for weakness!

Soren: No, Kludd. I know you don't really think that.

Kludd: Then you don't know me at all.

Nyra: We offer power and purpose. What can you offer us? What can you offer me?

Kludd: I have a sister.

Gylfie: Let us go!

Soren: She's right. Let us go!

Nyra: Whas this? Tyto, don't waste your time. Don't soil your feathers.

Soren: You leave her be.

Nyra: Oh, spirited little Tyto. How touching. You and your patch of felt will stay together, then. As pickers. Les go. Hurry up. Perhaps when you remember your nobility, Tyto, we can make a soldier of you.