That's it! I can't take this anymore. I can't! I give up! I am sick of struggling for survival, competing with gophers and earthworms and that loser sparrow who always takes my nuts. And I'm especially sick of this stupid, stupid tree!!
We've hit the mother load!
Keys, bag... pants! I need pants. Pants are essential.
Look, if you flood my house, you're dead. Out on the street! Capisce?!
If you love Uncle Ian so much and you don't think I'm watching out for you, why don't you go live with Uncle Ian?!
And I'm especially sick of this stupid, stupid TREE!!
Your song? It's awful. I hate it. Yeah, I mean, who's gonna sing it? Justin? Fergie? Not a chance. I need something new, I need something fresh.
Well, I think they remodeled our forest. I like it. Stylish, yet functional--
We're getting off on the wrong foot. Allow us to introduce ourselves. Hello. I'm Simon. The smart one. He's Alvin.
Which only makes me want you out of my house that much more. It's creepy. Unnatural. Somewhat evil.
When you're a chipmunk, your parents take care of you for a week, then they take off.
Our parents were hippies. They left early to join a commune.
We're not performing monkeys, Dave! Why do we have to sing for that guy anyway?
Well, how's this? Pretend I need the money and I hate my job and you're staying at my place so you owe me.
Don'tcha wish your girlfriend was hot like me? Don'tcha wish your girlfriend was a freak like me...
You know, if I made a list of my worst days ever, guess what? Today would be at the top of the list!
This is crazy! [closes his eyes, talking to himself] I am not talking to chipmunks. I am not talking to chipmunks.
You really oughta pay that utility bill, Dave. You ever hear of a credit rating?