(At the bar)
Joe: Well, the rain finally stopped.
Moe: It did?
Joe: Yeah ... you've got to get out of this bar.
Moe: Why?
Joe: So we can go camping. It's beautiful out there.
Moe: Out where?
Joe; In the forest.
Moe: The national forest?
Joe: Yeah.
Moe: They have more rules than my parents did.
Joe: Oh, it's not so bad and the rules are for your own safety.
Moe: Why would anyone want to go camping in the woods? Everything out there will either eat you, bite you or give you a rash.
Joe: Oh, you'll love it. We can go hiking.
Moe: I don't care for hiking. The longest hike I ever took was when I tried to find my car in the Sun Valley Lodge parking lot one night. Besides, we could get lost.
Joe: You'll never get lost if you remember that moss always grows on the north side of your compass.
Moe: Hey, instead of hiking, let's just take the chairlift to the top of Baldy.
Joe: No, just meet me tomorrow at the trailhead here on this map.
Moe: Do they have a McDonald's at the trailhead?
Joe: No.
Moe: How about an escalator?
Joe: Would you stop it? We're going to be walking on a real forest trail.
Moe: Is it paved?
Joe: No!
Moe: Well, how do they plow it in the winter?
Joe: Never mind that—we'll have fun.
Moe; How will we eat?
Joe: We'll fish. How else can you survive in the wilderness?
Moe: Well, I was going to take the elastic out of my underwear, make a sling shot and shoot small game.
Joe: Maybe you'll make it after all. See you tomorrow.
Nice talking to you.