Ranger Michael Kelly: Well let me tell you something Kittridge, while you've been sitting around here on your fat ass, I've made this forest part of me!
Charley: You listin here...
Ranger Michael Kelly: No you listen. Those campers are in my jurisdiction, now I'm going to deal with it the way I've seen it fit. Now you just try and stop me!
Charley: Kelly, you're a maverick. We don't have room for mavericks!
Don: Well let me tell you a little story boy. A long time ago their was a tribe of Indians up here in these woods. They were all laying down in these parts... or something I can't remember. Any way these herd of grizzlies smelt them out. They came in an they ate them. They thorn them all up. Little children, sick ones everybody! Their were few braves to go out on the hunt. They came back and them grizzlies turned on them! So their you got yourself a little situation. A whole herd of man-eating grizzlies. Just running around tearing up them Indians!
Arthur Scott: That's kind of hard to believe Don.
Don: Unless of course you happen to be one of them Indians!
Kelly: [frustrated] But there's something I'm not doing!
Allison Corwin: [lighthearted] Sure, you're not killing the bear.
Don Stober: If ya feel a wet snout in ya face, whatever you do, don't move. And don't kiss it back 'cause it ain't me.