Trolls World Tour Best Quotes

Branch: [as they show up in Symphonyville] Identify yourself!
Pennywhistle: Are you nice, or are you mean?
Poppy: We’re nice. We’re really nice.
Branch: Yeah, but not too nice. So don’t even try it.

Poppy: What is this place?
Pennywhistle: It used to be called Symphonyville. Where the Classical Music Trolls lived. But that was in the before.
Poppy: What happened here?
Pennywhistle: Well, it was the most wonderful place you ever did seen. It was a place where all of the Classical Music Trolls could live in perfect harmony. Wherever the conductor led, we followed. But then Queen Barb showed up.

Pennywhistle: She took our string. Our music. She took everyone. We lost everything.
Poppy: Barb doesn’t want to unite us. She wants to destroy us.

Branch: We need to make sure our own string is safe.
Poppy: [takes Pop string out of her hair] Our string is safe.
Branch: What?! Poppy, are you crazy?
Poppy: I thought it was a good idea at the time. I can’t believe another queen would use her power for evil.

Branch: Okay. Change of plans. We need to get home as fast as we can and get everyone in the bunker.
Poppy: No. Change of plans. We have to stop Barb from destroying all music! If we don’t stop her, who will?

Biggie: Poppy, you said this could be handled with hugs. How are we going to hug our way out of this one?
Poppy: It’s okay, Biggie.
Biggie: Really? It’s okay to be terrified? When am I going to learn to stay away from the cotton candy?!
Poppy: No. As your queen, I promise that I will protect you, no matter what. I pinky promise.
Biggie: [gasps] Poppy, you know you can’t go back on a pinky promise.
Poppy: Never did, never will.
Cooper: [as they pinky promise, an electric vibration is felt through all the troll lands] A pinky promise. Dang.

Poppy: [after Poppy’s pinky promise] Let it be so.
Biggie: And so it is.
Pennywhistle: [in shock] This just got real.

Barb: [reads Poppy’s letter] “Dear Barb, can’t wait to meet you. I have tons of great party ideas.”
King Thrash: I like that.
Barb: “Maybe you and I can even be best friends.” Best friends? Is she making fun of me? No one says that. Friendship takes time and years of mutual care and respect. You don’t just become best friends. Plus, everyone knows I already have a ton of friends. Like Carol. Right, Carol?
Barb: [Carol is lying on coach, looking bored, and squirting cheeze whiz into her mouth] Okay, you’re busy. That’s fine. Love you, Carol!

Barb: Pop music isn’t even real music! It’s bland! It’s repetitive! The lyrics are empty! Worst of all, it crawls into your head like an earworm! You know, and you can’t get it out. I’m tired now. Hating things takes a lot of energy.

Barb: And no one makes fun of Queen Barb. Ah! I need that Pop string. And I know who’s going to help me. The most feared bounty hunters in all of Trolldom. Chaz, the Smooth Jazz Troll. The Reggaeton Trolls. The K-Pop Gang. And the Yodelers.

Barb: [to Chaz, The Reggaeton Trolls and The K-Pop Gang] Okay. As you probably know, I’m bringing a tidal wave of rock across this land of ours. And soon there will be nothing but hard rock as far as the ear can hear. Whoever brings me Queen Poppy, gets to keep their very own music in their very own territory. Right over here.
Tresillo: I don’t know. It looks pretty tiny.
Barb: You want it or not? All you have to do is get me Queen Poppy!

Barb: Dude, where are the Yodelers?
Riff: I heard a rumor that they yodeled so hard, an avalanche fell on them. Or something.
Barb: Well, I don’t pay you to hear.
Riff: Actually, I’m doing this for college credit.
Barb: If anyone can find me Queen Poppy and her string, it’s the Yodelers.

Poppy: This must be where the Country Music Trolls live.
Branch: Well, it looks like nobody’s here. We’re too late. Time to go home. Come on, guys, let’s go.
Poppy: There is no “I quit” in “team”.

Poppy: [as they listen to Delta Dawn’s sing] This song is so sad.
Branch: Yeah, it is sad. But life is sad sometimes, so I kind of like it.
Poppy: You do? Huh. But it’s so different. Oh, they must not know that music’s supposed to make you happy. That’s awful.

Delta Dawn: [referring to Poppy, Branch, and Biggie] I feel bad for them. It looks like they got beat up by a rainbow.

Poppy: [referring to the Country Music Trolls] First things first, these Trolls need some serious cheering up, and we’re going to have to go top-shelf.
Biggie: Oh.
Branch: Now, when you say top-shelf, you don’t mean…
Poppy: That’s right. We need to sing them the most important songs in the history of music.
Biggie: Yes, but which ones?
Poppy: All of them.
Branch: And when you say all of them…
[we see them singing Spice Girls “Wannabe”, “Who Let The Dogs Out” and other popular pop songs]
Tumbleweed: You suck!

Delta Dawn: [after she locks up Poppy, Branch, and Biggie in jail] Now, I want you three to sit in here and think about what you’ve just done. That was a crime against music.
Poppy: Wait, no. We’re here to warn you about Barb, the Queen of Rock.
Delta Dawn: Sweetie, I already know and have heard about this Queen Barb, and her fancy World Tour. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I got to go wash what you call music out of my ears.

Branch: Well, I knew it. Who Let the Dogs Out. Too far.
Poppy: Okay, Branch. You can say, “I told you so.” I know you want to.
Branch: You did great out there, Poppy.

Poppy: That was such a rad medley. I can’t believe it didn’t work.
Biggie: Tell me about it. I did the splits. No one even clapped. Am I not cute anymore?! Come on!
Poppy: Maybe my dad was right. The other Trolls are different in ways I was not prepared for. Some Trolls, they don’t just want to have fun.

Hickory: [as he breaks Poppy, Branch, and Biggie out of jail] It ain’t right to put you in jail because your music’s different. It seems some folks round here don’t appreciate a rad medley when they hear one.

Branch: [after they’ve escaped from the Country Music Trolls] Why are you helping us? What’s in it for you?
Poppy: Hey! Branch.
Poppy: [to Hickory] I’m sorry about my associate.
Hickory: I loved your message about music bringing Trolls together. You may be Pop, and I may be Country, but Trolls is Trolls.
Branch: [imitating Hickory] “Trolls is Trolls.” Wow. Deep.
Poppy: This is the beginning of a partnership between Trolls that’s going to save all Trolls!
Hickory: You’re darn skippy.

Hickory: [after Poppy tells him they need to warn Funk Trolls] I’ll build us a raft.
Branch: This ought to be good. Guy probably doesn’t know the first thing about building a ra…
Hickory: [quickly and expertly builds a raft] Cappuccino, anyone?
Poppy: Cappuccino? Cappucci-yes!
Branch: [to himself] I do want one. But I am not happy about it!

Branch: Poppy, maybe it’s just me, but are you getting a weird vibe from Hickory?
Poppy: What? No. Why? Are you?
Branch: I just, I don’t know. I don’t trust him.
Poppy: Well, yeah, but you don’t trust anybody, Branch.

Branch: Hey, I just want us to be safe. And you know what’s not safe? Putting too much trust into a complete stranger.
Poppy: Oh, I see. It’s not Hickory you don’t trust. It’s me. Do you not think I’m a good queen?
Branch: Wait, what? I didn’t say that.
Poppy: I thought we were friends, Branch. I’m starting to think you don’t even know what that means.
Branch: We are friends. And sometimes that means speaking up if I think you’re making a mistake.

Poppy: [as they hear smooth jazz music] Do you hear something?
Poppy: [as Chaz is playing saxophone] Look at that guy’s chest hair.
Branch: [their voices start to get distorted] Poppy, I can’t feel my face.
Poppy: It’s like I’m being paralyzed by its smoothness.

Chaz: Got you, Pop babies. Soon, Barb is going to have your string, and the world will be rid of cheesy, pointless pop music, once and for all.
Hickory: Hold it right there, Chaz.
Chaz: And who are you supposed to be, cowboy pants?
Hickory: My name’s Hickory, and I don’t much care for smooth jazz.
Chaz: Oh, yeah? Well, you’ve just never had the Chaz experience.
Hickory: [as Chaz starts playing smooth jazz, he kicks him into the river and pops out grumdrops from his ears] Ooh. Ah. Gumdrops. Soundproof and delicious.

Chaz: [as he’s sinks under water] Smooth jazz will be heard again! Smooth jazz will never die!

Poppy: [referring to Chaz] Who was that guy?
Hickory: One of the many bounty hunters out there looking for you.
Biggie: That was awful. So smooth and easy, and awful!
Hickory: I know, big buddy. It’s enough to put you off jazz altogether.

Biggie: Alright, that’s it! We need to go home.
Poppy: Biggie, it’ll be okay.
Biggie: Stop saying that, and listen to me! You only hear what you want to hear, and it puts us all in danger. How are you supposed to save the world if you can’t even keep us safe? You made a pinky promise to me, Queen Poppy. And you broke it.
Biggie: [steps off the raft and uses Mr. Dinkles to jet off down the river] What kind of queen breaks a pinky promise?!
Poppy: Biggie. No.

Cooper: [as he’s walking in the glittery desert he sees a small lake] I’m saved!
Cooper: [as he starts drinking from the lake, he sees his own reflection in the water] Are you, now? Because last I checked, I was a mirage.
Cooper: [the lake disappears and he spits out the glitter sand from his mouth] I’m done for. And on top of that, I never found any Trolls like me.
Desert Sun: [as Cooper collapses, an alien ship appears and takes him] Woh!

Hickory: Something tells me your heart ain’t in this mission, Branch.
Branch: What do you mean? I’m here, aren’t I?
Hickory: Yeah, you’re on a mission, alright, but your heart is with Miss Poppy.
Branch: Hey, hold your horses.
Branch: [then realizes that Hickory is half horse] I’m sorry, is that offensive?
Hickory: Not as offensive as you thinking I can’t see what’s right in front of my eyes.

Hickory: [referring to how Branch feels about Poppy] Did you tell her yet?
Branch: I tried, but…
Hickory: Well, if you did tell her, who knows if she’d even hear you?
Branch: What do you mean by that?
Hickory: Well, let’s just say only one of you is doing the listening in this relationship, and it’s not her. It’s you.
Branch: Yeah. I got that. Thanks.

Hickory: [as they see an alien ship appear above them] What in buttered biscuits?!

Poppy: [after she, Branch and Hickory go to Vibe City] Cooper?! What are you doing here?!
Cooper: Actually, I’m over here.
Poppy: What?
Hickory: Bacon-wrapped hot dogs!
Branch: Okay. Maybe all the jazz hasn’t left my brain yet.

Cooper: It turns out I’m actually from Vibe City, just like my twin brother.
Prince D: I’m Prince D. What’s popping?
Cooper: I got a twin brother!

Poppy: [referring to Cooper’s twin brother] How is this possible?
Cooper: Well, it’s a very complicated story. When we were both babies, my egg got snatched out of the nest. Mom and dad looked everywhere, but they couldn’t find me, so you guys raised me as one of your own. And then when I went out to go find other Trolls like me, my mom and dad finally found me.
Queen Essence: [flashback to when Cooper got sucked into the alien ship] Q, is that him? I think our search is finally over.
King Quincy: Our son is finally home.
Cooper: I guess it wasn’t too complicated.

Poppy: Wow, Cooper. You look just like your dad.
King Quincy: Yeah, that must be why he’s so good looking.
Cooper: Was that a dad joke? It was lame!

Poppy: Well, so that means you’re a Funk Troll?
Cooper: You don’t have to be just one thing. I’m Pop and Funk.
Prince D: Or maybe you’re Hip-Hop, like me.

Poppy: Well, Your Majesties, we need your help to save all music from Queen Barb. If we combine our music, she’ll see that music unites all Trolls, and that we’re all the same, and that she’s one of us!
King Quincy: Poppy, I mean no disrespect, but king to queen, anything but that.
Poppy: Why not?

King Quincy: Let’s tell them how it was, Prince D.
Prince D: Sick. Long ago, our world was without song or dance. Then the Trolls found the strings, and life was one big party.
Poppy: Oh, yeah. I’ve heard this story before.
Prince D: That is, until the Pop Trolls tried to steal our strings.
Poppy: Steal your strings? That not what it said in our scrapbooks.
Prince D: Scrapbooks? Those are cut out, glued and glittered by the winners. Let me tell you how it really went down.

King Quincy: And the Trolls never lived in harmony again.
Poppy: So the Trolls live in isolation because of what Pop did?
Queen Essence: Pop tried to destroy our music.
Branch: Just like Barb is trying to do.

Poppy: I can make it right. History’s just going to keep repeating itself until we make everyone realize that we’re all the same.
King Quincy: But we are not all the same.
Queen Essence: It’s why all our strings are different. Because they reflect our different music.
King Quincy: Denying our differences is denying the truth of who we are.
Poppy: I hadn’t thought of it like that.

Poppy: [as Barb and her Hard Rock Trolls are attacking Frunk Trolls] We have to get back down there! There’s still hope. We can still fix this.
Branch: Poppy, enough. I’ve listened to you, and I’ve done it your way, and now it’s your turn to listen. It’s time to get back home.
Poppy: I’m not like you. I can’t just give up!
Branch: Give up? I want to protect our friends and family.
Poppy: I can’t go home until I’ve proven myself as a good queen.
Branch: So that’s what this is really all about?

Poppy: Why are you so upset?
Branch: Because your dad was right, and Biggie was right, and Queen Essence was right. And I’ve been backing you up even when you ignore them. But you never listen to me.
Poppy: Branch, what are you talking about?
Branch: You want to be a good queen? Good queens actually listen. You know what I heard back there? Differences do matter. Like you and me. We’re too different to get along. Just like all the other Trolls.

Poppy: We are really different.
Branch: So different.
Poppy: Completely out of harmony.
Branch: Completely.
Poppy: I don’t even know why we’re friends.
Branch: Neither do I. So, why do I care about you more than anybody else in the world? Weird, right?
[he turns and walks away]

Branch: [after Reggaeton Trolls and K-Pop Gang capture him] Why does Barb get to decide which music gets to be saved? All music should be saved.
Tressilo: Alright, okay. I’m listening, Pop Troll.

Poppy: [to Hickory] I was so desperate to be a good queen that I stopped listening to anyone but myself. Including my best friend. And it’s all because of this stupid string.
[she reveals Pop string to Hickory]

Dickory: Show her who you really are, Hickory!
Poppy: [Dickory reveals Hickory’s yodeling clothes and starts yodeling] Wait. You’re the Yodelers?
Dickory: Yeah. Ya darn skippy, playa-play.
Poppy: And you were going to give our string to Barb?
Dickory: Ding, ding. Give this person a strudel for the correct answer!
Poppy: [referring to Dickory pretending to be Hicory’s horse legs] And you’ve been in back the whole time?
Dickory: Next subject, please.
Poppy: Why would you do this?
Hickory: So sorry. It was the only way to save our beautiful yodeling.
Dickory: Hickory!
Hickory: But trust me, you need to get out of here right away.

Barb: [after she capture Poppy and take her Pop string] This is who I’ve been worried about? This little pipsqueak?
Poppy: I’ll never stop fighting until I make things right! And I’m not a pipsqueak!
Barb: Yeah, you are. Because I’m like a whole centimeter taller than you.

Biggie: [referring to Poppy] I shouldn’t have left her. She wouldn’t have left me. Never, no matter how scared she was. I’ve got to go back.
Legsly: We’re coming with you, Biggie. We got to go save our best friend.
Smidge: But how? We’ll never make it past security.
Tiny Diamond: We’ll overpower them with muscles!
Chenille: Or we could overpower them…
Satin, Chenille: With fashion.

Hard Rock Troll: [as the Pop Trolls are sneaking into the Hard Rock Trolls concert] Hey. Stop right there.
Biggie: Legsly, I told you not to wear your anklet.
Hard Rock Troll: Only Rock Trolls are allowed back here.
Biggie: Well, it’s funny you should mention that, because we are genuine Hard Rockers.
Mr. Dinkles: [they reveal themselves in undercover hard rock clothes and start singing in heavy metal] One, two, three, four! Rainbows. Unicorns. Everything nice. Yeah! Sugarplums. Fairy dust. Everything nice. Yeah! Brush your teeth!
Hard Rock Troll: Cool.

Barb: [as she’s locking up Poppy] So, Popcorn, is being my best friend everything you could have ever dreamed of?
Poppy: I am not your best friend.
Barb: You don’t have to be embarrassed. I get it. Being queen can be kind of lonely.

Barb: There’s all this pressure to be a great queen. And instead of real friends, you’re just surrounded by people who just tell you what you want to hear. You know, other than
your terrible taste in music, and clothing, and general lifestyle, you and me are the same,
Popsqueak.
Poppy: No, we’re not!
Barb: We’re both queens who just want to unite the world.
Poppy: You don’t want to unite the world. You want to destroy it!
Barb: Nuh-uh. No way. No. I don’t know who told you that. Music has done nothing but divide us. Now that I have the final string, I can make us all one nation of Trolls, under rock.

Barb: [to the Hard Rock Trolls] Give it up for your former leaders. Funk, Country, Techno, Classical. And worst of all, Pop.

Barb: [as Branch and the other Pop Trolls show up in the Flowerface Balloon] Well, isn’t that puke. Poppy’s little boyfriend came to crash the concert. Too late, Branch.

Branch: [after Barb turns him into a Hard Rock Troll zombie] Who’s ready to get ripping tattoos everywhere but our faces in case we still need office jobs? Rah!
Poppy: You’re turning everyone into rock zombies?
Barb: Yep. I can’t wait to party with you, Poppy.

Poppy: [after Barb failed to turn her into a rock zombie as she had gumdrops in her ears] I’m not going to let you do this to anyone else! A world where everyone looks the same and sounds the same? That’s not harmony!
Riff: Hey, Barb? Hi. Maybe Queen Poppy has a point. If we all look the same, act the same, dress the same, how will anyone know we’re cool or something?

Poppy: A good queen listens. Real harmony takes lots of voices. Different voices!
[she then smashes Barb’s guiter with all the different strings]

Barb: [after Poppy destroys the strings on her guitar] My strings. What have you done? You’ve destroyed music! Give it up, everybody. Thanks to the Queen of Pop, we’ve all lost our music. History repeats itself. Pop has ruined everything.

Queen Essence: Queen Barb can’t take away something that is inside us. Because that’s where music really comes from.
King Quincy: [the trolls starts to vocalize melodically] It started with the strings, but now it comes from us.
King Trollex: Yeah, it comes from our experiences.
Delta Dawn: Our lives.
Queen Essence: Our culture.
Trollzart: Beautiful.
Poppy: Listen to that. Barb can’t take that away.

Barb: Dad?
King Thrash: It’s alright, Barbara. Just let everyone be what they want to be. Including you.

Poppy: [after all the Trolls have sung together, including Barb, uniting them all] Dad, I should’ve listened to what you had to say, and not run off like that.
King Peppy: I’m so glad you didn’t listen to me. You weren’t naive about this world. You were brave enough to believe things can change. Braver than me. I raised Poppy to be strong and self-confident! I was a genius.

Poppy: Well, now that you’re not forcing me, I hope we can be friends.
Barb: Yes! Did you hear that, Carol? We have a girl group now!
Carol: A girl group? Nice!

Poppy: Branch, I love that we’re different.
Branch: And I love you, Queen Poppy.
Poppy: I love you too, Branch.
Branch: [they high give each other successfully] Shall we? Yeah!
Poppy: Yes! Now, that’s a good connection!

Poppy: In the beginning, we were divided. Our ancestors thought we were just too different to get along. It turns out they were wrong. Very, very wrong.
Troll: We’re sorry.

Poppy: You have to be able to listen to other voices, even when they don’t agree with you. They make us stronger, more creative, more inspired. So whether your song is sad and heartfelt, loud and defiant, or warm and funky, or even if you’re a little bit of each, it’s all these sounds, and all our differences that make the world a richer place. Because you can’t harmonize alone.
Poppy: [as she and Branch hold hands lovingly, suddenly Clampers starts eating her book] Clampers! Let’s not eat our history.
Clampers Buttonwillow: Sorry, Miss Poppy.

Bridget: [mid-credits lines] Oh, Grissy, I guess we’re late to the party.
King Gristle: Oh, balls!
Bridget: Grissy!
Bridget: But who’s going to eat my cheese balls, babe?