Ryan
[Ryan had accidentally caused a stampede at a curling game. Samson angrily glares at him] [nervously]
I told you I'd come to the game. [chuckles]
Samson
[enraged]
You think this is funny? You just endangered everyone in the zoo!
Ryan
I'm sorry.
Samson
For what? Chasing the Gazelles or costing us the game? All you do is sit up in your tree and sulk!
Ryan
If you would just…
Samson
I mean, what is it? What's the problem? Is all of this because you can't roar?
Samson
[Everyone gasps, Ryan looks hurt. Samson's eyes widen in worry about what he angrily said to him.]
Ryan, I didn't mean that.
Ryan
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.
Samson
Huh? Ryan, I… I didn't…
Ryan
'Cause it would make being Ryan the Lame a whole lot easier. [angrily runs off]
Samson
Ryan, I'm sorry. Ryan! Please don't… leave.
Larry
[shows up]
Bye, Ryan! Thanks for coming to the game. And you were worried he wouldn't show up.
