Beth: You're in big trouble mister!
Boog: Shush! [Boog passes out]
McSquizzy: Is this a private fight or can anybody join? Because McSquezzy wants in.
Boog: Good, 'cause we're gonna need your nuts!
Elliot: And your acorns, too!
Beaver #1: Hey, what you got?
Beaver #2: Wood. What you got?
Beaver #1: Wood. You wanna trade?
Elliot: [stuck in the ground] Ok, righty tighty [turns left] Leeefffttty loosey [turns right]
Elliot: [when Boog asks where are the toilets 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. Its just like riding a bicycle, only... you're crapping on it. [Boog reluctantly goes to the bush]
Elliot: Show us your GRRR face, nature boy!
Elliot: Ian's right, I'm a loser
Boog: No you're not a loser
Elliot: Yes I am!
Boog: No you're not!
Elliot: Trust me, you know the day I met you Ian kicked me out of the herd, I lost my antler, I got run over, and tied to the hood of a truck. What do you call that?
Boog: Ahhh... a loser! But check this out... behold the mighty grizzly... I look like a bear, I talk like a bear but I can't fish, I can't climb a tree, I can't even go in the woods!
Elliot: Thats nothing! Half doe, half buck! I'm a duck!
Boog: I ride a unicycle for crackers.
Elliot: I have a glass eye.
Boog: I can't snap.
Elliot: I thought log was a colour.
Boog: I can't see my feet!
Elliot: I killed a man! [Both laugh]
McSquizzy: Oy, you late for Sunday school? This is McSquizzy's turf. Nobody messes with McSquizzy, coz that's me!
McSquizzy: Touch a needle on this tree, and I'll give you such a doing!
Boog: You and what army?
[an army of sqirrels appears]
Boog: Oh, that army.
Shaw: Don't trust him. Pets are double agents. the moment you turn your backs, he'll shiv you.
Bobbie: Oh, no he can't. We had him fixed.
Boog: The woods is no place for a bear!
Reilly: It's a pet! He'll give us away!
Mr. Weenie: I've been living a lie! [Tears off his sweater] Take me with you!
Shaw: How far does this conspiracy go? How many animals are in on it? God bless America! I hope the bald eagle hasn't turned!
McSquizzy: Ged off my trees ya buck-toothed sporran!
Elliot: I call them Woo-hoos. Like in... WOO-HOO!
Boog: All right, fish. Give it up for Boog!
Elliot: You know, I've been thinking, we should have a secret handshake, and like nicknames and stuff. Like, I can call you Boogster, and you can call me the Incredible Mr. E. You like that? I just made it up.
Reilly: Yo, O'Toole!
O'Toole: Yeah, boss?
Reilly: I want you to cantilever that cedar on a bias by the north side.
Reilly: Put a twig in the hole.
Boog: [stumbles into garage and sees Dinkleman staring from his bed] What are you looking at? I told you not to wait up!
Ian: Boog? What's that short for? Booger?
Elliot: [singing, to the tune of "The Teddy Bears' Picnic"] Once there was a magical elf who lived in a rainbow tree/ He lived downstairs from a flatulent dwarf who constantly had to pee/ One day the elf could take no more/ so he went to bang on the rude dwarf's door/ and what do you know, they suddenly both were marrrrried.