Boog is sorry. [Begins to cry]
Beth, you're not his mother.
I'm not mothering him.
Excuse me. Go to bed, Boog!
That's enough, Beth? [Boog then vomits on the window]
One more summer.
Boog is sorry. [Begins to cry]
Beth, you're not his mother.
I'm not mothering him.
Excuse me. Go to bed, Boog!
That's enough, Beth? [Boog then vomits on the window]
One more summer.
You know, the longer you wait, the harder it's gonna be for him to adapt.
Oh, I'm sure he'll... At least I think he'll--
And the harder it's gonna be for you to let him go.
FREEZE!
Behold... the Mighty... Grizzly. Good night. [faints]
Shaw, hunting season doesn't start for 3 days. What are you doing with that buck on your hood?
What? It ain't my fault! He ran right in front of my truck!
Where? On interstate?
Sorta.
You are in big trouble, mister. [Boog shushes her and moans as she picks up a sugar packet that was on him] You know what sugar does to you, Boog. Straight to bed, now! (sighs) I'm so sorry. It's my fault. It won't happen again.
What if he had hurt someone?
Gordy, please. We're talking about Boog here.
Hey, what are you looking at? I told you not to wait up.
You know what? I'll take him back to the woods.
It's time to put him where he belongs.
No, no, no. He's not ready to go back yet. I mean, it's not my fault. I tried to teach him the basics.
I took him fishing, but he didn't want to get wet. Gordy, please...
Boog is sorry. (sobbing)
Beth, you're not his mother.
I'm not mothering him. Excuse me. Go to bed, Boog! (Boog vomits) [sighs] One more summer. That's all I'm asking, one summer. Great. See? I can be reasonable. Thanks.
You know something? The longer you wait, the harder it's gonna be for him to adapt.
Oh, I'm sure he'll... At least I think he'll...
And the harder it's gonna be for you to let him go. Good night, Beth.
What am I going to do with you?
RAAAAAAAR!! Now that's a roar, Boog. [giggles] Now get in. We're going to be late.
Whew. No denying. The girl's got growl. But can she get down like this? Can you get down like this? Bring it here. Bring it. Then bring it right back, huh? Look at that. Look at that. [laughs] [music plays "Wild, Wild Life"] Here it comes! A-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! [laughs]
Hey, Gordy.
Morning, Beth.
You know? I heard Boog got loose last night and he totally trashed the place.
Really?
That's what happened.
There's something wrong going on here. [he sees Elliot walking around on two legs and drinking some coffee he found in a nearby dumpster] You? It walks... like a man! [Elliot screams in terror, as he began to flee, chases after Elliot] Hold still, you two-legged latte drinker.
Look out!
Not again.
Boog will have you eating out of his paw. [chuckles] Get it? Paw? Because he's a bear? [laughs] So, anyway.
Oh, man. Okay. Relax, Boog. You can do this. [notices Elliot] What the...?
I gotta hide. I gotta hide.
What're you doing? Get out of here! Hey!
He's right behind me.
I knew it! That bear has corrupted my buck.
Hide me!
Are you okay?
I took him above the falls. [sighs] I hope I did the right thing.
Don't worry, Beth. I hope that Boog is happy in new home.
Oh! Stupid nature! [looks at Shaw's house] Civilization.