Bo: I just don't understand it. One minute we're on our way to go fishing and wake up in jail the next.
Luke: Feels like the morning after the night before, don't it?
Bo: Yeah, I know what you mean.
Luke: Well, we ain't gonna figure out anything in here. It was nice of them to leave us our fishing poles.
Bo: Yeah, what the heck are we gonna catch in here?
Luke: The keys.