Sally: God, I cannot believe people get out of a comfortable bed at the crack of dawn to come out here and sleep on dirt.
Tommy: I think it hearkens back to the early days when people were, you know, idiots.
Harry: Hey, what's that?
Tommy: It's our tent.
Harry: We're not all gonna fit in there.
Sally: We have to set it up, goober!
Mary: Maybe I can be of some help. Do you know where your guide pole is?
Tommy: Uh, yeah, he's over there. Trying to suck the venom out of his pine cone bite.