Angus Tully: And I thought all the Nazis were hiding in Argentina.
Paul Hunham: You just earned yourself a detention!
Angus Tully: Being with you is already one big detention!
Paul Hunham: Son of a bitch! That's another detention!
Paul Hunham: He was a great kid, I had him one semester. Very insightful.
Mary Lamb: Mmhmm. He hated you.
Paul Hunham: Well, uh, like I said... sharp kid - insightful.
Paul Hunham: Do you think I want to be babysitting you? No. I was praying your mother would pick up the phone, or your father would arrive in a helicopter or a flying saucer.
Angus Tully: My father's dead!
Paul Hunham: Believe it or not, Mr. Tully, there was a time when the fire in my loins burned white hot.
Angus Tully: You're full of shit.
Paul Hunham: No, the details would curl your toes.
Answer: Maybe since they didn't know how to get there, it would be easier than finding a map and trying to navigate there on their own in the snow? Just a guess, though.