Adam: [Adam is trying to teach some cooking to Joel and he holds the wooden spoon like a violin bow] Look. Hold this correctly, OK?
[Adam takes Joel's hand and forces him to hold the spoon with all the fingers]
Adam: It's a spoon, all right? It's not a darning needle. I'm serious!
Ed Chigliak: So, you're Black.
Bernard Stevens: Yeah?
Ed Chigliak: We had a Black logger here, but he left.
Bernard Stevens: Why is that?
Ed Chigliak: I guess he wasn't into drinking beer and fighting.
Bernard Stevens: Excuse me.
Dr. Joel Fleischman: Yeah.
Bernard Stevens: Where am I?
Dr. Joel Fleischman: You know, I've been asking myself that same question since I got here. I finally figured out we are somewhere between the end of the line and the middle of nowhere.
Bernard Stevens: Oh. Where is that on the map?
Bernard Stevens: Those Northern Lights are some kind of weird psychic, something?
Chris Stevens: Yeah.
Bernard Stevens: What causes them to do that?
Chris Stevens: Well, this is just my guess, but I think that high speed electrons and protons from the sun are trapped in the van Allen radiation belt. Then they're channeled through the Polar Regions by the earth's magnetic field where they collide with other particles and create a brilliant luminosity.
Bernard Stevens: What does that have to do with us?
Chris Stevens: I swear man, I don't know.
Chris Stevens: Jung says that dreams are the woofer and tweeter of the total sound system.
Chris Stevens: I can see how that can be a problem. You know, it's like Jung says, "The unconscious is revealed through the imagery of our dreams which express our innermost fears and our desires."
Bernard Stevens: Jung said that?
Chris Stevens: Yeah, I think it was Jung. Or maybe Vincent Price.
Chris Stevens: Whenever there's a new moon looming on the horizon, I'll inevitably get a call from someone saying, 'Hey Chris, how bout that sucker.' And, I'll usually say something cordial like, 'Oh yeah, it's a marvelous night for a moon dance,' or 'I wonder what old Sun Young Moon is up to tonight.' But, knowing how we've been tossing and turning these past few nights for fear of where our dreams may be taking us, I'm not about to pretend that that man, in that moon, has our best interests at heart. No way, he's too much of a kidder. So until the big fellow packs his bag and hits the road put away those sharp utensils and stay close to your love ones, if you're lucky enough to have any. I'll see you in the morning, folks, or the moonlight, whichever one comes first.