Sid: Isn't this great? Two bachelors knocking about in the wild?
Manfred: No. You just want a bodyguard so you don't become somebody's side-dish.
Sid: You're a very shrewd mammal. Okay, you lead the way, Mr. Big, uh... I didn't catch the name...
Manfred: Manfred.
Sid: Manfred? Yuck, man, how about Manny the Moody Mammoth? Manny the melancholy? Manny the... yipe!
Manfred: [after turning abruptly so he scrambled up a sapling] Stop, following me.