Eric: Hey, Dad. I don't know about you, but I'm kind of frozen to the blind. Right in the pants area.
Red: Shh. Jeez, you have done nothing but complain since we got here. You know, I was hoping that this trip would be better than the last, where you cried about every stupid thing.
Eric: I was six. And you made me touch a dead rabbit.
Red: I just thought that if you touched it, you might not be afraid of it.
Eric: Well, thank you, Dr. Spock.
Red: Making noise is not the way to bag a deer.
Eric: I had nightmares for a month. Big, dead, rabbit nightmares.