"What? What are you gawking at me like that for? What's wrong?"
This was neither the time nor the place for long-winded explanations, even if Chell had been inclined to give any. Instead, she reached out and gingerly picked up the panel of oily, reflective glasslike stuff she'd almost punched the hell out of earlier, and held it up to his face.
Wheatley blinked at it. "Er, what's that? Why's it… copy… ing… AAHH!"
The penny dropped. He screamed, caught sight of his old body sitting forlornly in the docking port, and screamed again. His back hit the stand with a thump and he curled into a ball, limbs going everywhere, doing his best to become spherical. It was a doomed task, and from Chell's point of view, it was like watching a giant daddy-long-legs trying to assume the brace position.
"Of course, Candy still hasn't realized that she's not in her own body. I kind of imagine not being in your own body to be more immediately noticeable, especially when you moved from ape to crocodile. Especially when a crocodile has a nose that should easily be within your field of vision!"
— Mr. Enter, on "The Big Switch-A-Roo"
Pacha: Okay, demon llama, just take it easy! I mean you no harm!
Kuzco: What are you talking ab...? Oh, wait, I know you. You're that whiny peasant!
Pacha: [gasps] Emperor Kuzco?
Kuzco: Yeah! Who do you think you were talking to?
Pacha: Dah... How did...? Um... You don't... look like the Emperor.
Kuzco: What do you mean "I don't look like the Emperor"?
Pacha: Uh, um... Do this. [wiggles his fingers]
Kuzco: What is this? Some kind of little game you country folk like to... [notices he has hooves; gasps] IT CAN'T BE! AAH! [looks into a fountain and sees his reflection; starts whining] MY FACE! MY BEAUTIFUL, BEAUTIFUL FACE!
Kuzco: What are you talking ab...? Oh, wait, I know you. You're that whiny peasant!
Pacha: [gasps] Emperor Kuzco?
Kuzco: Yeah! Who do you think you were talking to?
Pacha: Dah... How did...? Um... You don't... look like the Emperor.
Kuzco: What do you mean "I don't look like the Emperor"?
Pacha: Uh, um... Do this. [wiggles his fingers]
Kuzco: What is this? Some kind of little game you country folk like to... [notices he has hooves; gasps] IT CAN'T BE! AAH! [looks into a fountain and sees his reflection; starts whining] MY FACE! MY BEAUTIFUL, BEAUTIFUL FACE!
"That's strange... all of a sudden I don't quite feel like myself. Well, I feel all right, and yet I... [animator draws him a mirror] ... I, uh... EEK!"
Emilia Ludowell: [covering herself, as she was resurrected without clothes] I-is this your idea of humiliating me? You lowly hybrid!
Anos Voldigoad: "Lowly hybrid," huh? Emilia, do you really think you're still a Royal? [Emilia is shocked] Peer into the abyss with your Demonic Eyes.
Emilia: Hybrid? Impossible... No Way... Am I really a hybrid?
Anos Voldigoad: "Lowly hybrid," huh? Emilia, do you really think you're still a Royal? [Emilia is shocked] Peer into the abyss with your Demonic Eyes.
Emilia: Hybrid? Impossible... No Way... Am I really a hybrid?
I stepped into the bathroom and looked in the mirror.
A giant red panda stared back.
...This was strange. Did somebody put up a panda poster? I leaned in and looked again.
The panda was kind of cute, actually. It had a huge head with big round eyes that looked just like mine. And when I smiled, the panda smiled. And when I pointed to the mirror, so did-
"AAAAAAAUUUGGHH!"
—The Real R.P.G.: The Story Of The Red Panda Girl (The Novelization of Turning Red)
Lampwick: To hear you talk, you'd think something terrible was gonna happen to us. (his ears change into those of a donkey)
(Pinocchio gasps, looks down at his root beer and pushes it away)
Lampwick: "Conscience", right. (he bends over and suddenly sprouts a tail) What a crock!
Pinocchio: Uh, Lampy... you might wanna check your...
Lampwick: What do I look like to you? (his face becomes a long snout) A jackass? (brays)
Pinocchio: (laughs) You sure are—(brays; covers his mouth)
Lampwick: Hey! You sound just like a donk—HEE! (freezes) ...Did that come out of me?
Pinocchio: Uh-huh.
