Do it, whale, do it! - Whoo-hoo! - It's working! - How is this possible? - Well, sir, it appears Dolittle and a polar bear have harnessed a whale... It was a rhetorical question. Just fire!
Dolittle
3.5s
Full steam ahead! Go, Humphrey, go!
Dolittle
3.9s
Humphrey here. Let's hook it up.
Dolittle
2.2s
I failed. I knew I couldn't do it.
Dolittle
3.1s
Where we headed? South.
Dolittle
2.6s
Okay, I can do this. I can do this.
Dolittle
2s
Are they pulling away?
Dolittle
2.2s
I dropped the rope!
Dolittle
28.2s
Is that the map of Eden Tree Island? The Eden Tree cannot be found on any map. And to call it an island is to suggest that it is of our world, and it is anything but. That is why we must first go to Monteverde, birthplace of the only person to ever chart a course to the tree. Her name was Lily. She wrote the route in a journal, but on her voyage, she was shipwrecked. The world lost the greatest explorer I've ever known.
Dolittle
14.9s
Which way are the lifeboats? This whole thing is a death boat. Mini, mind the lookout. Stubbins, boy, I need you now more than ever... - to stand still. - I surrender! We surrender! Oh... hello, Blair, you chinless wonder.
Dolittle
12.9s
Weird time to be asking for pickles. I mean, who could eat when we're under attack? Enemy, starboard aft. Elliott, you and Elsie ready the machine. We're gonna need speed. Send out the call.
Dolittle
11.4s
So, anyway, you get the picture. To have any chance of finding the tree, we have to go to Monteverde and steal that flippin' journal. Steal the journal? Did I say that? Well, what's the worst that can happen?
Dolittle
5.1s
Which means: "Back off, kid." But when Dab-Dab goes, uh...
Dolittle
6s
That means: "Where's my... blanket?" Very good.
Dolittle
2.4s
Oh, you were saying "warship."
Dolittle
3.2s
Elliot, Elsie, do you mind?
Dolittle
2.2s
When Chee-Chee says...
Dolittle
20.7s
Take the wheel, Stubbins. - Really? - Yeah, yeah. I have to calculate our route coordinates. The bees are buzzing about you. Seems you are getting a rudimentary grasp of their language. 35 degrees portside. Well, I-I have noticed when they fly in a zigzag pattern, they sort of go...
