Mark: Have a good trip, Randy.
Randy: Thanks, Mark.
Mark: And, uh, here's the video I made of you and Lauren making out in the gazebo.
Randy: You're a very odd boy. But I'm gonna miss you.
Mark: I'll miss you, too.

Randy: Dad.
Tim: I got you a little present. A recorder, so you can record your thoughts in the jungle, send them back to us. We put some stuff on there like this.
Jill: [on tape] Wear your sun block. Don't forget to write.
Tim: [on tape] Never look a monkey in the eye.

Randy: Mom.
Jill: I'm fine. I'm fine. I packed some snacks in your backpack in case you don't like the food on the plane. There's celery. There's carrots. Or if you want to mix them together, there's celery and carrots. I love you.
Randy: I love you, too.
Jill: You have a great time. And don't forget to write. Call when you get there! Call before you get there!
Randy: Or I could open the emergency door and just yell out of the plane.

Randy: [sighs] Now it's only 16 hours, 37 minutes, and 45 seconds until you leave for Costa Rica. Forty-four seconds.
Lauren: Randy, maybe we shouldn't spend our last moments together counting our last moments together.
Randy: You're right. I just can't believe you're gonna be there for a whole year and I'm not going with you.
Lauren: I know. You know, when we both applied for this thing, I always pictured the two of us working together in the rain forest. You know, we'd spend our mornings protecting endangered species...
Randy: And our afternoons collecting dung samples.
Lauren: Look, it'll only be a year. I'll be back here before you know it.
Randy: I know. I know. I'm just really gonna miss you.
Lauren: I'm gonna miss you, too. Randy, while I'm gone, would you just promise me one little thing?
Randy: Oh, don't worry about it. I won't look at any other girls, except for maybe Tiffany Tucker, who's got that nice mole on her lip shaped like Idaho.

Jill: Must be so hard saying good-bye for a whole year.
Tim: Looks like that kiss is gonna last a whole year.
Jill: I hate to admit it. I am so glad that he didn't get into that program. I'd hate to have my child living in a jungle in Central America.
Tim: I think it will be a great experience for Lauren. She gets to frolic in the sun, pick some coffee, come back home with a nice tan, and really wide awake.

Brad: What are you doing?
Randy: Oh, I'm putting a scrapbook together for Lauren. Each item represents some special moment in our relationship.
Mark: Pasta?
Randy: Yeah. That's from our first date together.
Mark: Good thing you didn't have fish.

Randy: I'm gonna send this to Lauren down in Costa Rica so she'll have something that reminds her of me.
Brad: Yeah, I think that's really nice of you, Randy. Here. You should put that in there, too, man.
Randy: What's the significance of this?
Brad: Nothing. I just didn't feel like walking to the trash.

Jill: I'm gonna be sick to my stomach. My child is going 2,000 miles away. I'm not gonna see him for a whole year?
Tim: Why is it that we agreed to this thing to begin with?
Jill: Because six months ago there were hundreds of applicants. I mean, now they've picked him. I can't believe it!
Tim: Look, if you don't want him to go, let's just tell him he can't go.
Jill: We can't do that. He'd hate us.
Tim: He's a teenager. He's supposed to hate us.

Randy: Poncho, insect repellent, compass, hiking boots. What am I forgetting?
Brad: You got underwear?
Randy: Of course I have underwear. What do you think I am? An idiot? [checks his suitcase] Okay, I'm an idiot.
Brad: So I bet you're looking forward to being down there with Lauren alone, huh?
Randy: Brad, it's not gonna be like that. Lauren's chaperone is 6'2", 250 pounds, and she is very strict.

Tim: Need any help packing?
Randy: No. I think I got everything. Oh, rain pants. I need rain pants. You think Mom could pick me up a pair?
Tim: I think your mom would stitch them herself and drive them down there for you.