“Yes, Jerry, I do think that, next time around, I should pick the travel agent.”
“Jerry, I think it’s time for Mohammed to come to the mountain. Because this is seriously not working.”
“I threw my poles away the same time you did as a comradely gesture. Now shut the fuck up.”
“Chicks are brilliant. They ask directions.”
“Jesus, who planned this fucking trip? Fucking Bjørn Lomberg?”
“Well, the après-ski better be good. In fact, it better be fucking epic.”
“You’re right, Jerry. No avalanches. But a shitload of buzzards looking at my ass.”
“Yes, we’re off-piste. We’re seriously off-piste. So how do we get on-piste?”
“We hang a right at the oasis and we’re there, OK? Just trust me on this one.”
“Yes, I am an optimist. That’s why I’m going to go right back there and pick up the damn poles.”
