- Papa Q. Bear: [seeing the mess in the cubs' room that Mama made] *QUIEEEEEEEET!* Now, the mess has certainly built up in this room. In fact, it is the worst case of messy build-up I've ever seen. But now let's sit down and talk this over calmly.
- Papa Q. Bear: So you see, this messy room isn't fair. It isn't fair to your mama and me. We have a lot of other things to take care of. But it isn't fair to you cubs, because you really can't have fun or relax in a room that's such a terrible mess.
- Brother Bear: Anyway, that stuff she picked up with her foot is a start.
- Sister Bear: Look, we don't have time for smart remarks. You got some heavy picking up to do.
- Brother Bear: I got some heavy picking up to do? How do you figure that? Most of this mess is yours.
- Sister Bear: Oh yeah? Well, what about these: Your baseball cards? Your ball, bat, and glove?
- Brother Bear: Oh yeah? Well what about these: Your farm animals? Your stuffed bunny?
- [kicks the stuffed bunny]
- Sister Bear: Well if you're so smart, how am I supposed to sweep up with your dumb dinosaur toys all over the floor?
- Brother Bear: They're not toys, they're models. And you leave them alone! I'm working on the set of the Pleistocene age!
- Sister Bear: Pleistocene, schmeistocene! That's what you get for kicking my stuffed bunny! You know something?
- Brother Bear: What?
- Sister Bear: This isn't getting the job done, and the minutes are ticking by.
- Brother Bear: We better get to work.