"He’s such a silly man!"

"Hey, come on! Let’s try to be civilized…"

"Uh… well, yes… the bear… He… he’s hibernating! He’s hibernating a little early this year! You know, needs his beauty sleep… heh heh ha!"

"Good afternoon, golfers! And welcome to the first-annual Mighty Bear "Bag the Bear" contest!"

"Hey, where’s the bear, baldy?"

"Come on, Ellen, let’s get out of here."

"What are you doing here? Your public wants you."

"I quit."

"You did? On behalf of all bears everywhere…"

While I took the easy way out, Artie had to cure Clark’s amnesia the hard way.

"I must bonk you again, Clark… It’s the only way!"

"What am I going to tell all those people out there who have come here to unmask the bear?"

"Tell them I’ve gone into early hibernation."

"Are you telling me you’re embarrassed to be working here?"

"Yes. I guess I am… Sorry, Dad."

"Once people find out you’re a rangeboy, it’s over! You’re cursed for life… I’ll have to move and get plastic surgery like Norm ‘Headcheese’ Scrumpkin!"

"Norm ‘Headcheese’ Scrumpkin? What are you talking about?"

"I’m talking about a new face."

"The only reason I started wearing this dumb suit was because I needed a disguise. I didn’t want anyone to know I was a rangeboy."

"Why not?"

"I was thinking that maybe if you ran this way, you might be harder to hit. Remember, the longer you take to avoid getting hit, the more balls we sell."


"Maybe if you ran with a hula motion, you know?"

"Dad, I’m not doing it."