The Land Before Time (1988)

Ducky: The tree is talking.
Littlefoot: No it isn't.
Ducky: You should not eat talking trees. Nope, nope nope.

Narrator: Though, they were sourced out and tired, Littlefoot urged them on. He'd never seen the Great Valley, but his heart told him that they were close. Surely, at the top, they'd behold it, finally.

Daddy Topps: Come Cera, three horns never play with long necks.

Narrator: And Littlefoot found his grandmother and grandfather at last. The same loving faces he looked into on the day of his birth.

Narrator: Cera was still too proud to admit that - she'd gone the wrong way.

Ducky: Where are we going?
Littlefoot: To the Great Valley. I'm not gonna stop until I find my grandparents.

Littlefoot: You want to go with me?
Ducky: Yeah! Oh... Oh, yes, yes, yes! I do! I do.
Littlefoot: Alright, come on. But you'll have to keep up.
Ducky: I will keep up. I will.

Narrator: The Great Valley was all they'd dreamed it would be: a land of green, and leaves, and life.

Narrator: All that remained of his herd was his mother, grandmother and his grandfather. He knew them by sight, by scent, and by their love. He knew they would be together, always.

Littlefoot: Have you ever seen the Great Valley?
Littlefoot's Mother: No.
Littlefoot: Well, how do you know it's really there?
Littlefoot's Mother: Some things you see with your eyes, others you see with your heart.
Littlefoot: I don't understand, Mother.
Littlefoot's Mother: You will, my son. You will.

Narrator: In this time of the clash of continents, a great earthquake split the land. Herds were scattered. Families were cut in two. Littlefoot was separated from his grandparents.
Daddy Topps: Cera.
Cera: Mama! Daddy.
Narrator: Cera was on one side of the divide. Her parents were on the other.

Narrator: Littlefoot had been wrong about the Sharptooth, but the others followed him. They're only hope was to reach the Great Valley, and Littlefoot alone knew the way.

Petrie: You've got a nice flat head, Flat Head.

Narrator: Then Littlefoot knew for certain he was alone, and although the Great Valley was far away, the journey there was perillous. He would have to find his way, or the chain of life would be broken.

Narrator: So the five hungry dinosaurs set off for the Great Valley. There had never been such a herd before. A long neck, a three-horn, a big mouth, a flyer, and a spike-tail all together, all knowing that if they lost their way, they would starve or find themselves in Sharptooth's shadow.

Cera: Look at what they're doing. They're so greedy. What about me? I'm still hungry.
Petrie: You hungry? I'm empty all the way to the top! Now we're at the Great Valley and still GOT no green foods! We be hungry forever! Oh.
Littlefoot: Aw Petrie, Cera's wrong. This isn't the Great Valley.
Ducky: It is not a Great anything. Nope, nope, nope.

Littlefoot: Cera, hello.
Cera: What do you want?
Littlefoot: Nothing. Where are you going?
Cera: I'm going to find my own kind. They're on the other side.
Littlefoot: I've looked all over here. You can't climb up the other side.
Cera: Maybe you can't.

Cera: This is the Great Valley? You're crazy! I'm leaving.
Littlefoot: Cera, we have to keep following the bright circle.
Cera: I'm taking the easy way.
Littlefoot: But it's the wrong WAY.
Cera: Who says?
Littlefoot: My mother.
Cera: Then SHE was a stupid long neck too.
Littlefoot: Take that back.
Cera: Never.
Littlefoot: Take IT back.
Cera: No.

Narrator: It was a mark of many dangers. Sharp Teeth stalked the herds waiting to feed on the weak ones. The leaf-eaters stopped only to hatch their young. Some of the young seemed born without fear, but even hatching could be dangerous.

Cera: See? I can take care of myself - all by myself. I'm not afraid to be alone. I know my way to go, and I'm not afraid of Sharptooth... I hope he doesn't eat any of you.