Tim: [about "Blackbird"] That's my special song! My parents wrote it just for me.
Boss Baby: Your parents are Lennon and McCartney?
Tim: No, Ted and Janice! You don't even know their names!

Tim: [regarding Baby Corp] So this whole place is run by babies?
Boss Baby: Yep.
Tim: My dad says "Those who can, do. And those who can't, supervise."
Boss Baby: Your father is a hippie.

Tim: You can talk!
Boss Baby: Uh, goo goo ga ga.
Tim: No, you can really talk!
Boss Baby: Fine! I can talk. Now let's see if you can listen. Give me a double espresso and find a place around here with decent sushi, I'd KILL for a spicy tuna roll right about now.
[gives Tim some money]
Boss Baby: Get yourself a little somethin'.

[after the end credits; the alarm clock goes off]
Wizzie: Wake up, little halflings. It's time to leave. Go and live your peasant lives.
[the background music goes higher]
Wizzie: [flailing his arms up and down] Be gone with you!
[fade to black]

Dad, Mother: [singing "Blackbird"] Blackbird singing in the dead of night / Take these broken wings and learn to fly / All your life / You were only waiting for this moment to arise.

Adult Tim: [Opening lines]
[Narrates]
Adult Tim: [Young Tim rustles through leaves in an imaginary jungle scene] Survival of the fittest. It's the law of the jungle. There's always someone trying to take what's yours.
[a comical blue gorilla sniffs a lantern and throws it, followed by a growl]
Adult Tim: And how do I
know?
[Jumps down onto the jungle floor and screen freezes when Tim gets up]
Adult Tim: It almost happened to me.