Open Season2006

McSquizzy:
[When Boog goes over to his tree and hits him with an acorn] Oy! You late for Sunday school, pal? This is McSquizzy's turf. Nobody messes with McSquizzy. Because that's me.

Boog:
What?

McSquizzy:
Touch a needle in this tree and I'll give you such a doing.

Boog:
Yeah? You and what army?

[As McSquizzy whistles, several gray squirrels appear]

Gray Squirrels:
Oy!

Boog:
Oh, that army.

McSquizzy:
Mess not with the Furry Tail Clan. Defenders of the good, crusaders of the righteous, guardians of the pine.

Boog:
Keep your tree. I'll find another one.

McSquizzy:
Look! He has a wee little freakish twin growing out of his back.