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Hey, hey. Be careful of my drawings back there.
And don't step on the trout.
Or my flowers. They're still alive. Or Mom's flowers.
Oh, Nan, don't you love roughing it in the wild?
"Roughing it," George?
The only thing rough about it was when
the generator went out in the middle of Masterpiece Theatre.
(BRAKES SCREECHING) Whoa!
George, please, slow down.
I know these roads like the back of my hand.
And I know Seattle's not going anywhere.
Want your sunglasses, George?
No, I'm fine, dear.
Mom, Ernie's playing with that gun again.
Ernie, don't even touch that gun.
It's a rifle, girls.
If you can shoot with it, it's a gun.
Oh, my God! Look at that deer! Did you see that, Sarah?
No, I missed it. I always miss everything.
Hey, Dad. Yeah.
Maybe there's a chance you can blast something.
Ernie, don't give Daddy any ideas. I could not face two stuffed bunnies.
Did I bring my rifle this time?
Did I? No.
You're right, George, we'll always remember this as our first camping trip
when Ernie killed something and you didn't.
My God!
(BIRDS SQUAWKING)
My God.
I thought I hit a man!
Is everybody all right, Nancy? Okay, kids?
Sarah, are you all right? Yeah.
George, what is it?
I don't know. I hardly saw it.
But it's gotta be a bear.
Could it be a gorilla?
I don't think they get that big around here,
SARAH: I think we should just get out of here, Dad.
What if it's still alive? What if it's in pain?
If it's still alive, it's probably not in a very good mood.
No way it's alive! You trashed him, Dad.
There's probably guts and eyeballs hanging off the bumper.
Knock it off, Ern.
We can't just leave it in the road, suffering.