(Eric walks up to Mr. Feeny's house carrying a surfboard)
Eric: Mr. Feeny! Dude!
(Mr. Feeny walks out)
Mr. Feeny: Regretting this immediately, what?
Eric: There is a gnarly curl, brah. Let's go get tubed. Come on.
Mr. Feeny: Ohh, here I go. So, what's with the, uh, bitchin' board, bro?
Eric: Hey, I'm coming with you to Jackson Hole, surfing capital of the world. Come on, grab your stick. Let's jam.
Mr. Feeny: Eric, do you have any idea where Jackson Hole is?
Eric: Sure do. Hawaii.
Mr. Feeny: It's in Wyoming, you macadamia nut.