-You’re it, I win! I’m the big winner!
-More like the big wiener! You cheat!
**
-I’m not quite sure how yet, BUT I KNOW THIS IS YOUR FAULT!
**
-Hold, bad villain! I am Muscular Beaver with secret powers! Powers so secret even I don’t know what they are!
**
-Hey, Daggy, what’s up?
-Tee-da-dee-dee-dee-dee-dee, me and my little tree! Happy, happy, happy!*swiftly runs away*
-Sometimes... I worry about him.
**
-Mister Freight Train, meet Mister Passenger Train... HEAD ON! *laughs miniacally*
**
-You REALLY outdid yourself this time. I just wanna know why, Dag, why, why, why, WHY?
-...Which “why” do you want me to answer first?
**
After they receive a “long list of experiments to do on the way to the sun”:
-Ooh, ooh, I wanna do something! Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme! Ow! I got a paper cut!
-Check, paper cut experiment complete.
-That was stupid!
-Basic intelligence test, check.
**
-I told you! You don’t listen to me. Why don’t you listen to me? I don’t ball. I... DON’T... BALL! I... don’t ball! I’m not good at it.
-Alright, but it’s OK to do something you stink at as long as you’re having fun stinking!
-I’M NOT HAVING FUN! YOU STINK!
**
-We’ve hit the jackpot! I can almost feel the latex on my face now.
-What do you mean by that?
-I’ll tell you later.
**
-Dag, stop! You’re not doing any good!
-*enthusiastically slapping Chef across the face* I know. But I still have some slap-slap.
**
-Why do I have to stall ‘em?
-Because it might get ugly out there. When I think of ugly, I think of you.
**
-What is it?
-What is it??? It’s just about the coolest moose ever!
-Dah! It’s just about the spootiest! Doesn’t even look like a moose!
-Listen, I’m a beyvah. A woodland creyture. I know a moose when I see one!
-Oh yeah? I’m a beaver too, brother, and if I ever saw a mutant freak like that, I’d move to another forest!
**
-We’re almost there, brother! Get ready for BIG... RUBBER...FUN!!
**
-*&^*%$$##@%^&*()_)(++*^%^$@@!@^%%%^$@$#&)(*(*^.... Hey, this is all in funny talk.
-That’s French.
**
-No, Dag. I wanted that OTHER moon of Jupiter.
**
-I’m just a poor sicknessy beaver, Norb. Go off and enjoy YOUR *coughs violently* good health.
-I can’t enjoy my good health at a time like this. Not with you in... this... big... bed-bummery world of ouch.
**
*in a monotonous and emotionless voice while being hugged by Norbert*
-Physical intimacy... How I do loathe it so...
[494x700]