Most scenes together: Samson & Bridget (8), Bridget & Nigel (8), Samson & Nigel (7)
It's a rat! Get that rat off my baby!
A rat? [spinning in the air holding a candy necklace] Hello!
Silly, silly rat.
You little...! [smacks Benny with her purse]
Oh, Benny, I am needing until Friday before I pay you back.
No, no, it's Ryan. He's in one of those green boxes, and they took him away in a truck! We got to find him.
That is not good, not good at all. [pigeons are dancing behind him trying to tell him something] Ah! I know, I know! I am telling him, you crazy pigeons! [sighs]
Mm, what? Wha... wha...? Whoa. Wait! What, what? Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait! Hey, hey, hey! Ow, ow, ow! Hey! Ow! Get off me! [to the dung beetles] What is goin' on here?!
Stinky does not speak.
It rolls like a little ball.
Wait, wait. You guys think I'm a...?
Achtung, Stinky!
Less talk, more roll.
Ja.
Roll! Roll!
What the...? [grunting] Hey!
Rolling the dung is good for tight buns! [chuckles as he rolls away]
I'll give you something to roll about! [spins around to the ground, shuddering] It's a good thing Bridget didn't see that!
So there I was, face to face with the biggest, meanest leopard on this side of the Serengeti, and...
You roared so loud, his spots flew clean off. Dad, I've heard this like a billion times.
Uh, do you know the one where I made the laughing hyenas...
Cry? Yep.
The croc attack?
Dad.
Okay, think.
Yeah, you do that.
All right, Mr. Smart Guy. Here's one I know you haven't heard. It all started in the little place I like to call... The Wild.
So, what did you do next?
What did I do?
Yeah.
That's when I gave them the roar.
That's it?
Hold on a sec. I only thought it was over. But they had the secret weapon. He was the largest wildebeest I've ever seen. He was 14 feet tall!
Fourteen?
I meant 1,401 feet tall!
Cool.
And he had two... No, four of the largest horns I'd ever seen. This breath was red hot! I mean, green. And he hated the environment. To pull this off, I knew I was gonna have to dig deep, deeper than I ever had before. So I swallowed my fear, sucked in the largest breath I could.
Dad, I'm ready!
You got it?
I got it! I got it!
Well, let him have it! Roar, son!
I'm so cuddly, I like you.
I told you I'd come to the game. [chuckles]
I'm sorry.
For what? Chasing the Gazelles or costing us the game? All you do is sit up in your tree and sulk!
If you would just…
I mean, what is it? What's the problem? Is all of this because you can't roar?
Ryan, I didn't mean that.
You know what I'm doing when I'm sulking up in my tree? I'm thinking how great it would be if Samson the Wild wasn't my father.
Huh? Ryan, I… I didn't…
'Cause it would make being Ryan the Lame a whole lot easier. [angrily runs off]
Ryan, I'm sorry. Ryan! Please don't… leave.
Bye, Ryan! Thanks for coming to the game. And you were worried he wouldn't show up.
It, uh…
Oi!
…appears to be a human bathing area.
You mean humans don't lick themselves clean? Disgusting!
Oh, they're hopeless. It is hard to believe they are the top of the food chain.
I can't imagine beginning the day without licking myself.
