“But now," says the Once-ler, "now that you're here, the word of the Lorax seems perfectly clear. UNLESS someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to get better. It's not.”

“Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot,Nothing is going to get better. It's not.”

“The Lorax: Which way does a tree fall? The Once-ler: Uh, down? The Lorax: A tree falls the way it leans. Be careful which way you lean.”

“I am the Lorax. I speak for the trees. I speak for the trees for the trees have no tongues.”

“You can get help from teachers, but you are going to have to learn a lot by yourself, sitting alone in a room.”

“You ought to be thankful a hole heaping lot, for The places and people you're lucky you're not!”

“You are you. Now, isn't that pleasant?”