Friday, August 16, 2019

The Chronicles of the World of Disney numbers of captions/words of any character ages

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Age: 5–9
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ANNA: I love you, Elsa!
DASH: It's got a big yard!
BABY DORY: Hi, I'm Dory.
CODY: That's it, you've got it!
RAPUNZEL: Why can't I go outside?
DOT: Well, I think he's gonna make it.
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Age: 10–14
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GOOB: So tired.
ELSA: Go away, Anna.
DASH: It's got a big yard!
YOUNG FRANNY: Whoa!
LEWIS: That's a prototype?
CODY: That's it, you've got it!
JAMIE: What happened to him?
MOLLY: Then, yes, I'll miss you.
LILO: Want to listen to the King?
CALEB: The Easter Bunny's real!
NEMO: (GASPS) Dad, look! It's Dory.
DOT: Well, I think he's gonna make it.
MIGUEL: Sometimes, I think I'm cursed.
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Age: 15–19
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LEWIS: That's a prototype?
CUPCAKE: Yeah, Tooth Fairy!
WILBUR: Robinson Industries,
CALEB: The Easter Bunny's real!
ARLO: Where am I? Where's home?
MIGUEL: Sometimes, I think I'm cursed.
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Age: 20–24
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CARL: What is that?
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Age: 25–29
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SWATI: Whoa!
CARL: What is that?
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Age: 30–34
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SHANK: Well, well, well.
RITA: Go, go, purple custard!
HAMILTON: 122 miles per hour.
TONY: Good evening, everyone.
CHICKEN LITTLE: All right, guys.
JACKSON STORM: You look good!
ANDY: I'll get something on the way.
RAPUNZEL: (GASPS) Look up there!
KRISTOFF: Are you ready to see Elsa?
ESMERALDA: You've done this before?
CLAIRE: Ah! Tough break for the RORs.
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Age: 35–39
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DAVID: Nani!
RODDY: Rita!
LASZLO: Yeah!
AUDREY: Milo, no!
SLIM: Are they all right?
SPIKE: You know what?
GASTON: Ready, aim, fire!
HELGA: It just keeps going.
KING MICKEY: Don't worry.
HOPPER: You little termites!
FRANNY: Now, don't be shy.
TALLULAH: Is it gonna work?
CHET: Thank you very much.
ANNA: They were born ready.
JACK: My name is Jack Frost.
CRUZ: Not cool, man. Not cool!
NANI: Okay, I got to get to work.
HUGO: And since you're shaped
SQUISHY: I've never felt so alive!
ATTA: Good job, guys! Nice work!
RUNT: Don't go breaking my heart
PETUNIA: Where's my sloppy joe?
JIMMY: You're going down, Shank.
BOBBY: Congratulations, cupcake.
SEBASTIAN: Ariel, wait! Slow down!
OLAF: Welcome to Elsa's ice palace.
RAPUNZEL: (GASPS) Look up there!
CANDLEHEAD: Get your own candle.
BOWLER HAT GUY: What's going on?
DISGUST: That figures. The van is lost.
FLIK: (WEAKLY) You're wrong, Hopper.
ESMERALDA: You've done this before?
FEAROh, thank goodness you're back!
BROCK: We don't have any human toys,
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Age: 40–44
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RODDY: Rita!
FELIX: All right, now...
NASH: Who does that?
SOLDIER 1: Make way!
SLIM: Are they all right?
PETER: What is it, Tink?
SNOW WHITE: Goodbye!
DESTINY: Dory! I'm sorry!
GASTON: Ready, aim, fire!
MARSHMALLOW: Let it go!
HOPPER: You little termites!
QUASIMODO: Most of them.
FRANCIS: I gotcha! I gotcha!
TALLULAH: Is it gonna work?
CHET: Thank you very much.
SPAMLEY: Oh, there you are.
WILBUR: Girls? Girls, I'm here!
SID: (DISTORTING) Halftime...
FRANK: Hey, what do you got?
CRUZ: Not cool, man. Not cool!
HUGO: And since you're shaped
SQUISHY: I've never felt so alive!
RUNT: Don't go breaking my heart
MOLT: Look at me! I'm barefooting!
PLEAKLEY: Well, what's he doing?
FORGETTER BOBBY: Forget them!
SWEET: Milo, you better get up here.
MILO: Sorry about... Sorry about that.
HÉCTOR: He's a living child, Ernesto.
ABBY: No worries, Mr. Woolensworth.
ALADDIN: The lamp! Get Jafar's lamp!
BOWLER HAT GUY: What's going on?
BUBBLES: You know I have no choice.
SPIKE: I've got Rita, boss! I've got Rita!
DISGUST: That figures. The van is lost.
PAPÁ: You want it down by the kitchen?
FEAROh, thank goodness you're back!
BROCK: We don't have any human toys,
TOOTH: Look how fast they're going out.
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Age: 45–49
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GUIDO: Okay.
UMPIRE: You're out!
CINDERELLA: Gone.
FELIX: All right, now...
AURORA: Mmm-hmm.
WENDY: Oh, why, yes.
YESSS: Hey, my babies!
CARL: Why is it an acorn?
PHOEBUS: No, you're not.
HASAGAWA: Whoa, whoa!
ALICE: No, no! Oh, please!
TERRI: We were awesome!
STERLINGSo? You like it?
FLUKE: Just pick one, mate.
QUASIMODO: Most of them.
MR. WILLERSTEIN: Coach...
JASMINE: Sora, please hurry!
SID: (DISTORTING) Halftime...
OAKEN: Yoo-hoo! Welcome back!
VANELLOPE: Ooh, here it comes.
VIOLET: I don't wanna talk about it.
ELSA: Anna made these years ago.
MILDRED: Hi, folks. Everything all...
COACH: Okay, everyone. Listen up!
FOXY: I won't go breaking your heart
PITCH: Don't fight the fear, little man.
SWEET: Milo, you better get up here.
JOHNNY: No one will remember you.
ABBY: No worries, Mr. Woolensworth.
EBAY ELAYNE: So, we are set to ship
McQUEENAll right, Cruz. The beach.
JOY: Oh! And remember your rockets?
JANE: How could you do such a thing?
BUBBLES: You know I have no choice.
SPIKE: I've got Rita, boss! I've got Rita!
CLOPIN: Ugly folks forget your shyness
PAPÁ: You want it down by the kitchen?
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Age: 50–54
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ALIENS: Ooh!
GUIDO: Okay.
AURORA: Mmm-hmm.
MATEROh, well, good.
WYNNCHEL: Gangway!
BAILEY: Zzz... (GASPS)
PHOEBUS: No, you're not.
COOKIE: Ya-ha! Gertie, pull!
CRUSH: Go! Go! Go, go, go.
ARTHUR: Insecurity detected.
P.T. FLEA: Get me out of here!
RALPH: (SIGHS) I'll be honest,
WIGGUM: See you in court, kid.
THIMBLENOSE TED: Hey, guys.
SCREENSLAVER: Find anything?
LISA: Dad, we can't see the movie!
VIOLET: I don't wanna talk about it.
CHATTER TELEPHONE: Hallways.
BUNNY: This better be good, North.
MILDRED: Hi, folks. Everything all...
DE LA CRUZ: Stay back! Stay back!
POPPA: Go on, Buck. You earned it.
SHOCK: Gosh, you really are stupid!
McQUEENAll right, Cruz. The beach.
MOE: This is why we should hate kids.
BONNIE'S MOM: Bonnie, you in here?
DON: That's a pretty good one, Squish.
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Age: 55–59
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HICKSWow!
GYPSY: Whoa!
BLOAT: Now what?
MERLIN: Well, well...
MR. RAY: Dory! Dory!
OWL: This is quite a fix.
MATEROh, well, good.
MOMMA: Henry, it's time.
RABBIT: Um, Pooh Bear...
BARBIE: This is so exciting!
GENIE: Comes with the job.
DR. FINKELSTEIN: It failed!
BARREL: Did you hear that?
DORY: Oh, boy. Okay. This is...
ARIEL: I'll find a way somehow.
WINSTON: Attention. Attention.
TERRY: My tentacle fell asleep.
LOCK: Yeah, I sure did! A heart!
EVELYN: You know what's sad?
QUEEN OF HEARTS: You fools!
HELEN: What are we gonna do?
THIMBLENOSE TED: Hey, guys.
WHITEY: Keep your legs straight!
ELASTIGIRL: How do we do that?
RABBIT: Oh, my fur and whiskers!
LISA: Dad, we can't see the movie!
SHERRIE: Boys! It's a school night!
DONALD: Who would've thought it?
DE LA CRUZ: Stay back! Stay back!
SMEE: The prisoners have escaped.
EEYORE: Hmm? That looks familiar.
TARZAN: Friends there. See friends.
JESSIE: What do you see? Anything?
MISS FRITTER: Nobody touches him.
DIRECTOR: Set up the classroom set!
MOE: This is why we should hate kids.
DON: That's a pretty good one, Squish.
RANDY: Come on, Mike. It's a fraternity
DOLLY: Yeah, she really got your smile.
OSCAR: Real alebrijes. Spirit creatures.
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Age: 60–64
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DOCTOR: Fire!
NELSON: Ha-ha!
VINNY: Hey, Junior.
CORNELIUS: Okay.
TWITCH: Get in there!
FLOTSAM: What a pity.
KRUSTY: Drama queen!
MOMMA: Henry, it's time.
GRAND PABBIE: Indeed.
VICTOR: Ready, aim, fire!
HOOK: Is that you, Smee?
KNIGHT: All right. All right.
GENIE: Comes with the job.
RIVER: Lou won't admit this,
BOOKWORM: Ah! Here it is.
PEACH: I'm right behind you.
SULLEY: Come on! Dig deep!
GRAMPA: I'm part of the mob!
THORNY: Okay, lower, lower...
BARNEY: Okay. Hail, emperor.
BELLE: So, Keyblade master...
DORY: Oh, boy. Okay. This is...
ANDY'S MOM: I know. It's just...
EVELYN: You know what's sad?
HELEN: What are we gonna do?
JIMINY: Well, shall we go, Sora?
ANNOUNCER: It's all over, folks!
GOOFY: Gawrsh, where are we?
WOODY: Hold on, we're going in!
WHITEY: Keep your legs straight!
SPARKS: Neither are you, Chunk.
BUZZ: What are ya... Unhand me!
ELASTIGIRL: How do we do that?
JUMBA: He is bulletproof, fireproof
DALE: It's called the Pegasus Cup.
BART: Jabbity, jabbity, jab, jab, jab!
FROLLO: The prisoner, Esmeralda,
ABUELITA ELENA: What is all this?
MALEFICENT: We had a deal, yes?
BEAST: You may need my strength.
BERNARD: Jake's been gone... Ow!
HOMER: Relax. Those pious morons
NORTH: Cookies? Eggnog? Anyone?
FROG: En garde! Droit! Parry! Thrust!
MISS FRITTER: Nobody touches him.
EDNA: I understand your lack of sleep
CUTLASSStorm takes back the lead!
OOGIE: Yeah, he got chomped instead!
RANDY: Come on, Mike. It's a fraternity
McLEACH: Get out of here! Go on! Get!
OSCAR: Real alebrijes. Spirit creatures.
BING BONG: We're not going to make it!
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Age: 65–69
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DOUBLE DAN: Hmm.
NASH: Whoo-hoo! Yeah!
KEN: What do you want?
KNIGHT: All right. All right.
WOOLENSWORTH: Hmm.
DARRELLI am speechless!
RIVER: Lou won't admit this,
SULLEY: Come on! Dig deep!
LUCIUS: No lifeguard on duty!
MARGE: (GASPS) Springfield.
CHIP: Hiya, Sora! It's me, Chip!
POOH: Oh, bother. Where am I?
TIGGER: Bounce on back again!
JIMINY: Well, shall we go, Sora?
TRITON: Ariel, not another word!
GOOFY: Gawrsh, where are we?
INUIT WOMAN: Homer Simpson,
BUZZ: What are ya... Unhand me!
MACK: Hey, Lightning, you ready?
SIGOURNEY: What lies before you
FROLLO: The prisoner, Esmeralda,
ABUELITA ELENA: What is all this?
MARLIN: No. Dory! Dory! Wait! Wait.
MIKE: Why are my settings different?
MELVIN: Why did you take our child?
DUSTY: Besides, this Sterling fellow?
ANGER: You want Riley to be happy?
FROZONE: Well, isn't that redundant?
CUTLASSStorm takes back the lead!
SMOKEY: Cruz? What are you doing?
JAFAR: Ah, the boy who holds the key.
CHESHIRE CAT: (GIGGLES) Splendid.
TOAD: You incompetent cheese-eaters!
SADNESS: I was thinking more like rain.
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Age: 70–74
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JENNY: A whale?
KING: And to prevent Kida
SCRATCHY: Itchy... Itchy...
DARRELLI am speechless!
GUARD 1: Get back in there!
BUCK: Now, where to begin?
LUCIUS: No lifeguard on duty!
HADES: He's strong, he's kind.
CARGILL: Attention, Springfield.
PHIL: Hey, how did you get this?
UNDERMINER: Ooh. (LAUGHS)
HANK: Where's everybody else?
SOIL: Do not panic. Do not panic!
C-3PO: Five minutes, Princesses.
BOB: (STAMMERING) Yes. Good.
MACK: Hey, Lightning, you ready?
FLANDERS: Rough day, huh, son?
SIGOURNEY: What lies before you
BIANCA: Darling, you'll be just fine!
HAMM: I think he said, "All at once."
HARDSCRABBLE: You're not scary.
MARLIN: No. Dory! Dory! Wait! Wait.
MIKE: Why are my settings different?
MELVIN: Why did you take our child?
ANGER: You want Riley to be happy?
FROZONE: Well, isn't that redundant?
MR. INCREDIBLE: You two, stay here.
REX: At last! I'm gonna get played with!
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Age: 75–79
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JACK: I don't understand.
RUSTY: Please no pictures.
BUCK: Now, where to begin?
MRS. PACKARD: Commander?
PHIL: Hey, how did you get this?
BOB: (STAMMERING) Yes. Good.
FLANDERS: Rough day, huh, son?
GURGLE: I am truly going to vomit!
ROURKE: Speak English, professor.
MR. INCREDIBLE: You two, stay here.
REX: At last! I'm gonna get played with!
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Age: 80–84
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TURKEY: Oh!
MANNY: And now, insectus
RUSTY: Please no pictures.
CHUCKLES: Yeah, I knew Lotso.
LOTSO: Well, thank you, Big Baby.
ACE: Stay on target. Stay on target!
CLAYTON: That leaves just one place.
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Age: 85–89
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MANNY: And now, insectus
LAVERNE: Don't you ever migrate?
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Age: 90–94
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URSULA: Those impudent fools
HUDSONYou got a lot of stuff, kid.
MR. POTATO HEAD: What did he say?
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