Eric: I can't move!
Francis: Ten hours of scouring deep-fat friers with a 20 minute break to de-tick sled dogs... What's wrong with that woman?!
Eric: Her name's Lavernia. She controls every facet of your life. She finds out your weaknesses then she gets inside your head and makes you hate yourself! [whines]
Pete: Women! They're just like the woods. Mysterious. Full of wolves.
Eric: [sobs]
Francis: Whoa, Eric. Pull together man! It could be a lot worse. At least we're making good money.
Eric: No, we're not! You see that ledger book of hers? She charges us for everything and deducts it from our pay! Food, rent, aprons...
Pete: Hair gel.
Eric: My first check was for $6! [electrical shorting] Great. Generator's out again.
Francis: So, what are we supposed to do? Just sit around here in the dark?!
Pete: Oh, this isn't dark. Ever spent the night in a caribou's gut?
Francis: Who is this old coot?
Eric: He's my best friend here! [sobbing resumes]