Scott: Carly, Carly, Carly, sweet pea, look at me. We are gonna get out of this, I swear to you, we are. Okay? We're gonna find a road, we're gonna get to a town, and we're goin' home. And we're gonna get married. All right? And we are never going into the woods again.
Evan: Okay, you guys go, and we'll just stay here, Francine and.
Scott: And get high.
Evan: Yeah... so?
Evan: I can't believe they called us stoners.
Evan: You know, we should've just taken her to New York.
Francine: No, you know how she loves this outdoors stuff.
Evan: Yeah. If you ask me, though, nature sucks.
Francine: Well, the next time she gets dumped we'll take her to New York.