Sid: [Dragging a stick] Phew. I'm wiped out.
Manfred: That's your shelter?
Sid: Hey, you're a big guy, you got a lot of wood. I'm a little guy.
Manfred: You got half a stick.
Sid: Yes, but with this little stick and my highly-evolved brain...
[accidentally pokes himself in the eye with stick]
Sid: Ow... I shall create -
[snaps it in half]
Sid: fire.
Manfred: Fascinating.
Sid: We'll see if brains triumph over brawn tonight, now won't we?
[Later, Sid is trying to light a fire in the rain, while Manfred is dry under his shelter]
Manfred: Hey, I think I saw a spark.