Naaber: Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy biiiiiiirthday dear...
Dark Urge: I was sculpted from a slice of Bhaal's own dead flesh. I have no birthday.
Naaber: It isn't? Shoot. What did you think, anyway? Could I be a good bard?
Dark Urge: I'd cut out your tongue, but I want to know you've inflicted this misery on the rest of the city.
Dark Urge: I was sculpted from a slice of Bhaal's own dead flesh. I have no birthday.
Naaber: It isn't? Shoot. What did you think, anyway? Could I be a good bard?
Dark Urge: I'd cut out your tongue, but I want to know you've inflicted this misery on the rest of the city.
Huey: Okay, people, we are in crisis party planning mode! Louie, start a guest list, Dewey—
Mrs. Beakley: Absolutely not. Mr. McDuck has a strict no-birthday-party rule. He hates the reminder that he's—
Louie: Literally the oldest person that he knows?
Mrs. Beakley: Absolutely not. Mr. McDuck has a strict no-birthday-party rule. He hates the reminder that he's—
Louie: Literally the oldest person that he knows?
— DuckTales (2017), "McMystery at McDuck McManor!"
Og: Um... could I not have a birthday this year?
Margery: Why on Earth not? I'm making a pea cake, your favorite.
Og: Well, I like peas, and I like cake. But last year, Lu set my clothes on fire lighting the candles.
Margery: Oh, I'm sure she didn't mean to, dear.
Og: And then she set my hair on fire trying to put out the clothes.
Margery: Yes, well...
Og: And Dad made me go hunting with him. I hate hunting.
Margery: I'd say the best thing is to tell the truth. Just tell him you don't want to go. He's your father, he'll listen to you.
(Alfred walks in)
Og: Dad, I don't want to go hunting.
Alfred: Jolly good then! A-hunting we will go!
Og: (groans and facepalms)
—Mike, Lu & Og, "The Great Snipe Hunt"
"Birthdays really aren't Jim's thing. They always remind him of the day when his dad disappeared. Not 'magic' disappeared, more like 'walked out, cause he's a dead-beat' disappeared. I just moved into the house across the street, and Jim's dad got him this sweet bike kit for his fifth birthday, and then he just took off. The pieces laid there in the garage for years. Last I heard, the guy ran off with his girlfriend to be a ski-bum in Vermont."
— Toby to Blinky, Trollhunters, "Bittersweet Sixteen"
"You wanna know why I hate birthdays, Wolf? Do ya? When you grow up a snake, nobody shows up to your party. Birthdays are a constant reminder that out there, I'm just a scary, good-for-nothing monster."
