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Elliot: [after seeing Boog's bowl with his name on it] Oh! I get it! You're like a pet! [chuckles]
Boog: I ain't nobody's pet!
Elliot: [holding Boog's bowl] Right.
Boog: I ain't nobody's pet!
Elliot: [holding Boog's bowl] Right.
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Elliot: [Stuck in the ground] Okay, righty tighty.
[He turns right]
Elliot: Leeefffttty loosey.
[He turns left]
[He turns right]
Elliot: Leeefffttty loosey.
[He turns left]
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Elliot: [when Boog asks where the toilets are in the forest] Don't look now, but I see a little bush with your name written all over it.
Boog: A bush? Are you serious?
Elliot: Go on. It's just like riding a bicycle, only... you're crapping on it.
[Boog reluctantly goes over to the bush]
Elliot: Show us your "grrr" face, nature boy!
Boog: A bush? Are you serious?
Elliot: Go on. It's just like riding a bicycle, only... you're crapping on it.
[Boog reluctantly goes over to the bush]
Elliot: Show us your "grrr" face, nature boy!
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Gordy: FREEZE!
Boog: [as Gordy is about to arrest him] Behold... the Mighty... Grizzly. Good night. [faints]
Boog: [as Gordy is about to arrest him] Behold... the Mighty... Grizzly. Good night. [faints]
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Gordy: Shaw, hunting season doesn't start for 3 days. What are you doing with that buck on your hood?
Shaw: What? It ain't my fault! He ran right in front of my truck!
Gordy: Where? On interstate?
[the scene cuts to a flashback where Shaw drives right in front of the deer who is eating grass and runs him over; the scene then cuts back to the present day]
Shaw: [chuckles] Sorta.
Shaw: What? It ain't my fault! He ran right in front of my truck!
Gordy: Where? On interstate?
[the scene cuts to a flashback where Shaw drives right in front of the deer who is eating grass and runs him over; the scene then cuts back to the present day]
Shaw: [chuckles] Sorta.
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Gordy: You know, the longer you wait, the harder it's gonna be for him to adapt.
Beth: Oh, I'm sure he'll... At least I think he'll--
Gordy: And the harder it's gonna be for you to let him go.
Beth: Oh, I'm sure he'll... At least I think he'll--
Gordy: And the harder it's gonna be for you to let him go.
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Ian: Herd! Circle formation!
[The herd instead make an oval shape]
Ian: You pinheads, that's on oval! More... circle-y!
[The herd make a circle shape]
[The herd instead make an oval shape]
Ian: You pinheads, that's on oval! More... circle-y!
[The herd make a circle shape]
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McSquizzy: [When Boog goes over to his tree and hits him with an acorn] Oy! You late for Sunday school? This is McSquizzy's turf! Nobody messes with McSquizzy! 'Cause that's me!
Boog: What?
McSquizzy: Touch a needle on this tree, and I'll give ya such a doin'!
Boog: Yeah, you and what army?
[The Furry Tail Clan appear]
Furry Tail Clan: Oy!
Boog: Oh, that army.
Boog: What?
McSquizzy: Touch a needle on this tree, and I'll give ya such a doin'!
Boog: Yeah, you and what army?
[The Furry Tail Clan appear]
Furry Tail Clan: Oy!
Boog: Oh, that army.
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McSquizzy: Aww! Mr. Happy didn't go off!
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McSquizzy: Get off my trees, ya buck-toothed sporran! FREEDOOOOM!!
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McSquizzy: Is this a private fight or can anybody join? 'Cause McSquizzy wants in! [The Furry Tail Clan appear]
The Furry Tail Clan: Oy!
Boog: Good, 'cause we're gonna need your nuts!
Elliot: And your acorns too!
The Furry Tail Clan: Oy!
Boog: Good, 'cause we're gonna need your nuts!
Elliot: And your acorns too!
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McSquizzy: Mess not with the Furry Tail Clan, protectors of the weak, crusaders of the righteous, guardians of the pine!
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McSquizzy: That was just a warning, all right? Try it again, I'll be kicking your furry brown bahookie! [slaps his butt]
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Reilly: Yo, O'Toole!
O'Toole: Yeah, boss?
Reilly: I want you to cantilever that cedar on a bias by the north side.
O'Toole: Huh?
Reilly: Put a twig in the hole.
O'Toole: Oh.
Reilly: Rookie.
O'Toole: Yeah, boss?
Reilly: I want you to cantilever that cedar on a bias by the north side.
O'Toole: Huh?
Reilly: Put a twig in the hole.
O'Toole: Oh.
Reilly: Rookie.