“Dude, you didn’t break your helmet – I farted in it!”
“Rappaportopia is a real place! I’ve been there!”
“The defense force consisted of an Arkansas toothpick…”
“What *doesn’t* shoot at you a lot?”
“Bart. He’s more… stabby.”
“I like to think that instead of being anachronistic, we’re the ones that *started* these jokes.”
“Don’t worry. It’s 1928. You can sue *them*.”
“Does it involve you going with the girls?”
“We don’t have any girls. Steve West isn’t here this week.”
“You’re ready for some puppy adventure?”
*laughter*
“And the joke has come full circle…”
“Did you just put one on as a glove?!”
“Well, I established it wasn’t a hat. I thought maybe he assumed they were gloves.”
“Do you even know what crocodiles are?”
“Yes. They’re like caribou, only ornery.”
“Why do you have to make everything dirty?”
“Because that’s what I’m going to tell Stephanie…”
“Hey, try not to miss a passageway. If we start a new passageway, we’ll never catch up with them.”
“We have a drilling machine. We could technically go left indefinitely.”
“I’d hate to think we go the wrong way and end up in Albuquerque… though at least it’d be warm.”
“So, wait. There’s another way into this mountain that doesn’t involve swimming through arctic water?!”
“I was actually talking to the doctor, but I guess a giant welt on the side of the head works just as well.”
“Did we have a plan for what to do after we got here?”
“Did we have a plan?!”
“Surprisingly, you have managed to sneak through an enemy encampment.”
“In a giant drilling machine!”