Yzma: He can't get rid of me that easily. Who does that ungrateful little worm think he is? Does he...a little to the left... (Kronk's pushes the statue and Yzma breaks it) have any idea of who he's dealing with? How could he do this to me? Why, I practically raised him. (breaks the statue)
Kronk: Yeah, you think he would've turned out better.
Yzma: Yeah, go figure.
Kronk: Well, it's better you're takin' out your anger...on these things instead of the real Kuzco, huh?
Yzma: Yzma: That's it, Kronk! That's it! I'll get rid of Kuzco.
Kronk: The real Kuzco?
Yzma: Of course the real Kuzco. Don't you see? It's perfect. With him out of the way and no heir to the throne...I'll take over and rule the empire. Brilliant!
Stromboli: Hello, Mother.
Yzma: If it isn't my favorite son, Stromboli.
Stromboli: I brought you my friends. This is Clayton, Judge Claude Frollo, and Syndrome. How was your job?
Yzma: I got fired. But now I have a plan. Getting rid of Kuzco!
Clayton: So how does that work with you being fired?
Yzma: The only ones who know about that are the seven of us, soon to be the six of us.
Kronk: And I'm one of those six, right?
Clayton: Me too.
Stromboli: Me three.
Frollo: Me four.
Syndrome: So am I.
Yzma: To the secret lab! Pull the lever, Kronk. (Kronk pulls the wrong lever) Wrong lever!
Yzma: Why do we even have that lever? (slaps the crocodile who runs away) Get out of my way!
(She pulls the right lever and they land on the ride cart)
Voice: Please remain seated and keep your arms and legs in at all times.
(The cart drives fast like the ride)
Kronk: Faster, faster! Yzma, put your hands in the air!
(They land in the lab in the lab clothes)
Yzma: Ah, how shall I do it? Oh, I know. I'll turn him into a flea, a harmless little flea... and then I'll put that flea in a box and then I'll put that box inside of another box... and then I'll mail that box to myself, and when it arrives...I'll smash it with a hammer! It's brilliant, brilliant, brilliant, I tell you! Genius, I say! (spills the potion and the plant dies) Or, to save on postage, (grabs the bottle) I'll just poison him with this. (offers it to Kronk) Take it, Kronk. Feel the power.
Kronk: Oh, I can feel it.
Yzma: Our moment of triumph approaches. (laughs) It's dinnertime.