Scooter: The night's still young. What should we do, huh?
Bill: [sarcastically] What shall we do? What do we do every night, you coconut brain? Same old thing. We starve. Freeze. Avoid having our heads chewed by jungle slugs until the morning light comes up, AND IT'S THE SAME STORY, but it's daytime, WHICH ONLY MEANS YOU CAN SEE THE JUNGLE SLUGS CHEWING ON YOUR HEAD! Oh, what a wonderful WORLD!