Wise words..

• Lloyd: What the hell are we doing here, Harry? We gotta get out of this town!
• Harry: Oh yeah, and go where? Where are we gonna go?
• Lloyd: I'll tell you where. Someplace warm. A place where the beer flows like wine. Where beautiful women instinctively flock like the salmon of Capistrano. I'm talking about a little place called Aspen.
• Harry: Oh, I don't know, Lloyd. The French are assholes.