- Narrator: Yes, how long would it take for two bungling idiots to walk 80 miles on foot? Could they do it? What would they need? Who would they need?
- Ben: Well, we need matches.
- Aaron: And rations.
- Ben: And bedrolls for sleeping. But no tents. It wouldn't be true to the... natural nature of this event.
- Aaron: And if - God forbid - we need to stay in an inn one night, we should only be able to use gold to barter for a room.
- Ben: Like in the old days when people used to walk journeys like this.
- Aaron: I'll get some of my fillings melted - and it needs to be called an inn! No hotel or motel bullshit.
- Derek: Now you aint talkin' nonsense! And we own this street, Kangarooneck! You wanna shift this Butteye's pockets, you betta be with my gang or pushin up daisies! Bada-bip, badda-beep!
- Derek: [singing] I was born into this country wrongways. Daddy took a boat from the immigrant shores! He had this knife and a knocked-up wife - Without enough change to abort! I grew up subleasing from a rat In a cardboard mailing tube. To make ends meat, I had to beat College boys just like you!
- Aaron: [singing] What about home? And what about your future?
- Ben: [singing] What about... woaah-ah-ooaah -
- Aaron: [singing] Why are we here?
- Aaron, Ben: [singing] This has brought us together. Think of all we've had to weather - In the wilderness! Walking and hiking and fishing and fighting to keep our survival without nature's reprisal -
- Aaron: No! You, you,
- [singing]
- Aaron: you just graduated -
- Ben: [singing] We don't go to the same college -
- Aaron: I'll transfer!
- [singing]
- Aaron: I'm comfortable calling you... friend.
- Narrator: They pressed on, but little did they know that this would be the last leg of their journey. And finally, everything was going to be all right.