Cartoon: Hunting season (Open Season)

- Don't believe him - the beasts of the traitors. The moment you turn your back, he'll Shiv you!
- You can't, because it is sterilized.

- Now, Mr. Weenie, frightened mulatochka, you're my sweetie, pecinka, miss.
- Don't trust him - he serves them!
- Who?
- This - bear, deer! Mishandled it! I foresee the future - then one day, in a small town like Timberline, comes the Horde! They climb from their burrows, dens, living areas and suddenly, the world order will fall to pieces. They laugh at old Sean, you'll see the monster come to light.
- Oh, we is all so clear!
- Yeah?
- We are scientists, well, something like that, and we came here in search of undeniable evidence of the existence of the species Homo-obezyany.
- Homo who?
We're looking for Bigfoot!
- Snezh... Oh, before anyone pains - they went to the roof!

- You must sing to me about bears on a picnic?
- No questions asked!.. About what?
- The song Beth sings when he wants me to sleep.
Okay, I'll try:
Lives in the forest beauty ale
Perched between the branches.
But top wrote little gnome,
Living right above her.
She was outraged,
To it upstairs she went.
And soon friends to the wedding they
Called!

On the left stump, right - crap, not a deer!

What a horrible taste. He is disgustingly gorgeous!

That's certainly a sweet couple, you luster, you lusader.

Look, Zelenka, they're dumb animals, I'm just following the laws of nature - the man on top, animals below him.
But your bear, he, you know, in the main position, his place somewhere in the middle, say, between two slices of fried potatoes...

Touch a needle on the pine - forced to commit harakiri.

I promise not to promise that I will return, if not going to come back.