Grug: What is this stuff that saves you from my punches?
Guy: Tar.
Grug: No!
Guy: Please...
Grug: I have to get back to them.
Guy: Stop struggling!
Grug: No!
Guy: Grug, STOP! No one gets out of this. Believe me... I
know.
Grug: Your...
Guy: Family. Yeah.
Grug: Sorry.
Guy: I was little when it happened. Last thing my parents told me was: "Don't hide. Live. Follow the sun. You'll make it to Tomorrow."
Grug: You followed the light. My daughter is a lot like you.
Guy: No.
She's like you. She loves you, but always forgets to say it. Just like you forget to tell her.
[first lines]
Eep: With every sun comes a new day. A new beginning. A hope that things will be better today than they were yesterday. But not for me. My name is Eep. And this is my family, the Croods. If you weren't clued in already by the animal skins and sloping foreheads, we're cavemen. Most days we spend in our cave, in the dark. Night after night, day after day. Yep,
home sweet home. When we did go out, we struggled to find food in a harsh and hostile world. And I struggled to survive my family. We were the last ones around. There used to be neighbors. Uh, the Gorts, smashed by a mammoth. The Horks, swallowed by a sand snake. The Erfs, mosquito bite. Throgs, common cold. And the Croods, that's us. The Croods made it, because of my dad. He was strong, and he
followed the rules. The ones painted on the cave walls. Anything new is bad. Curiosity is bad. Going out at night is bad. Basically, anything fun is bad. Welcome to my world! But this is a story about how all that changed in an instant. Because what we didn't know was that our world was about to come to an end. And there were no rules on our cave walls to prepare us for that.
Grug: No more dark. No more hiding. No more caves. What's the point of all this? To follow the light. I can't change. I don't have ideas. But I have my strength. And right now, that's all you need.
Ugga: No, we don't know what's over there. Maybe nothing! It's too risky!
Grug: It's a chance.
Guy: I'll take
that chance.
Grug: You know, I've wanted to throw you away ever since I met you.
Guy: Heh. That's a joke, right?
Grug: [jokingly] What's a "joke"?
[throws him over to the other cliff]
Grug: I guess I was just busy keeping them all alive.
Guy: It's okay. That's what dads do.
Grug: That's right! But we can't do that from here. We need one of your ideas. Come on, you can do it.
Guy: Belt! Emergency Idea Generator, activate!
[Belt hits him in the head with a rock]
Guy: OW! Ooh! I've got it!
Grug: Don't. It could be dangerous.
Eep: Dad, you always say that.
Guy: Careful.
Eep: Oh, okay.
[Grug sighs in exasperation]