Jack: Sure is strange weather we're havin' for April, innit?

Zack: Oh, it sure is. I'm like to melt. Pass me 'nother beer.

Jack: Hereyago. I'm gonna take my shirt off, I think.

Zack: Oh, spare me. Nobody wants to see your big gut.

Jack: Not as big as yours.

Zack: What is the temp'ture, anyway?

Jack: Ninety, last I checked.

Zack: And here we were shovelin' snow two weeks ago.

Jack: "Global warming"?

Zack: Nah.

Jack: "El Nee-nee-o"?

Zack: Nah. Just the world goin' to Hell. Faster and faster.