Uncle Lou: Boy there's nothing like a good moose.

Brad: This place is a pit. How the hell did anybody spend 8 weeks in this place, huh? Is it me? I don't remember this place smelling like urion.
Matt: The cabin always smelled like urion. That's how you found it when you came up in the dark.

Brad: We really ought to spend the rest of this week to come up with an elaborate way to kill those two.

Jack: I can tell you one thing. We are not nice people.

Jen: He's a moron. No wonder you're attracted to him.

Uncle Lou: Well everybody has their own interests. That's the beauty of camp.