Shaw: Don't trust him. Pets are double agents. The moment you turn your backs, he'll shiv you.
Bobbie: Oh, no he can't. We had him fixed.
Reilly: Yo, O'Toole.
O'Toole: Yeah, boss?
Reilly: I want you to cantilever that cedar on a bias by the north side.
O'Toole: Huh?
Reilly: Put a twig in the hole.
O'Toole: Oh.
Reilly: Rookie.
Shaw: How far does this conspiracy go? How many animals are in on it? God bless America! I hope the bald eagle hasn't turned.
Shaw: It walks... like a man.
Boog: The Woo-Hoo bar. She's my lady. Smooth and creamy. So bad, I shouldn't, but I will.
Shaw: It's like fishing and hunting at the same time!
McSquizzy: Aw, Mister Happy didn't go off.
Elliot: You know, I've been thinking, we should have a secret handshake, and like nicknames and stuff. Like, I can call you Boogster, and you can call me the Incredible Mr. E. You like that? I just made it up.
Boog: All right, fish. Give it up for Boog.
Gordy: You know, the longer you wait, the harder it's gonna to be for him to adapt.
Beth: Oh, I'm sure he'll... that is, I think he'll.
Gordy: And the harder it's gonna be for you to leave him.
Elliot: Look at me! I'm a doe and I'm a buck. I'm a duck.
Beaver #1: Hey, what you got?
Beaver #2: Wood. What you got?
Beaver #1: Wood. You wanna trade?
McSquizzy: Mess not with the Fuzzytail Clan, protectors of the weak, crusaders of the righteous, guardians of the pine.
Boog: When I'm a bear-skin rug, they can walk all over me. Until then, I ain't going down without a fight.
Answer: Well obviously Beth sings it a lot, Boog goes to sleep to it. It also helps that Mr. Dinkleman plays the tune after you pull his string. It might be a popular lullaby in timberline.