Kenai: I was transformed into a bear, magically. I was lifted into the sky by my brother.
Tuke: [fake cough] You’re *crazy*!
Tuke: [fake cough] No, a *fruitcake*!
Rutt: Are you okay?
Tuke: [fake cough] No, that *bear* over *there*! He’s *crazy*!
Kenai: I’m not crazy!
Tuke: Who ever said you were? We understand.
Kenai: You do?
Tuke: Yeah, we’re not really moose either.
Rutt: We’re not?
Tuke: No, we’re more… like squirrels.
Rutt: Oh, yeah. Beauty, eh? Well, he’s a squirrel. I’m more of a pure-breed wolverine. Look at these cuspids. Rrrr!
Tuke: Give him some room.
Kenai: Why am I even talking to a couple of dumb moose?
Tuke: No, we’re squirrels, eh?