- Fraser: There are strange things done in the midnight sun, by the men who -
- [trips and falls]
- Ray Vecchio: Toil for gold! Yeah, yeah, I heard that one, and then they shot that Sam McGee guy. I told you, I went camping before.
- Fraser: Moil, Ray. And they cremated him. It was Dan McGrew that they shot.
- Ray Vecchio: Did they catch the guy?
- Fraser: It's a poem, Ray.
- Ray Vecchio: Oh. Moil, huh?
- Fraser: Yes, moil, not toil.
- Ray Vecchio: Aaah, moil, toil, who cares?
- Fraser: Robert Service, apparently.
- Ray Vecchio: Who's he?
- Fraser: The poet.
- Fraser: [suspicious of the pilot] The Territories are northwest, Ray. We've been flying south for two hours. He's also ignoring radio calls and occasionally flying underneath radar coverage.
- Ray Vecchio: So what are you saying, we're being hijacked?
- Fraser: No, no, not necessarily. But the chafing on his wrists is consistent with a man who's recently been in handcuffs. Add to that the blood on the back of his flight suit, and the prominent bullet hole, well - I leave it up to you.
- Ray Vecchio: You couldn't have mentioned this earlier?
- Fraser: It's a moot point, Ray. He has a gun, we don't.
- Ray Vecchio: This isn't a trick, is it?
- Fraser: On my word of honour.
- [Ray pulls out his backup gun]
- Fraser: But I will have to arrest you, of course, once we land.
- Fraser Sr.: When I first joined the Mounted Police, all the equipment we got was a paper bag and a pointed stick. We used the bag to boil tea and the stick was for killing game and if you lost either of them, they charged you for it.
- Fraser: Are you ill?
- Ray Vecchio: Hey, Benny, how long did you say this flight was, anyway?
- Fraser: Four hours.
- Ray Vecchio: Okay, so where's the john?
- [Fraser looks blankly at Ray]
- Ray Vecchio: Greeeeat.
- Fraser: Dad, I don't know if it's escaped your attention, but only very recently, I received a massive blow to my head!
- Fraser Sr.: Yeah... well... you've still got a few good hours left in you. Go get him!
- Fraser: What?
- Fraser Sr.: Go get your man!
- Fraser: Oh, good, I'm glad you brought this up! Just explain this to me, once and for all, explain to me - why is it that we always have to get our man?
- Fraser Sr.: Well, it's the motto, son!
- Fraser: It is not!
- Fraser Sr.: It is!
- Fraser: It is not! It is definitely not our motto! Our motto actually is 'Maintain the Right'!
- Fraser Sr.: Main - maintain the wh...?
- Fraser: Maintain the Right! Now what you're telling me is that we should pursue people to the ends of the earth for a motto that isn't even our motto!
- Fraser Sr.: Oh. Well, it must be the new one, then. The old one just used to be go get your man, and bring him back alive, or something... go get him.