Laughing at the pain of others seemed a lot more acceptable after two vodka tonics.
Wes' obsession with Bea Arthur took a turn for the worse when he whipped out his Golden Girls fan fiction.
Billy: Lora, honey. It's called auto-erotic asphyxiation. You're ruining it!
Sean (internal): It rubs the lotion on its skin, or else it gets the hose again. It puts the lotion in the basket. Sean, don't you dare put the lotion in that basket of flowers.
Billy loved a good 'dead baby' joke.
Wes: So you see, I've proven, using math, why pilots get all the women. Now, if you want, I can prove, using taxidermy, why breasts implants are a godsend.
Paka: Hey Lora? You may want to delete some pictures from the camera. While I may be a bit tipsy, I'm pretty sure I didn't snap any shots of Billy dressed in a skintight batman outfit.
Confirmed: No bodies in this mound. Where the hell did I put it then? Hmm..
Geeks vacationed here.
Billy and Wes had been moving the sign up the mountain a few feet at a time all weekend.
Man on right: Hey Sgt.Pepper, move your ass! Yoko hates waiting and I need a shot of tequila.
Paka: Ugh. Couldn't you have just held the camera out Wes, instead of sitting on my lap?
Wes and Billy enjoyed the leisurely paced lift ride.
Wes: Billy, um, got off at a different stop. Yeah, that's right.
Paka liked to sit in front of the first aid cabin and pick up chicks with sprained ankles. He would literally pick them up. Feats of strength and all that.