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Girl: I booked us on a rafting trip.

Girl: Down a river the Indians used to
call "Kiss Your White Ass Goodbye".

Bud: If you think I'm kissing my white ass...

Girl: Oh, please, B. I'd be so grateful.

Bud: Let's do it.

[Muutama muu kohtaus myöhemmin Bud saapuu takaisin yksin...]

Bud: Well, I did it. I survived the river.

Bud: I never felt so alive. The rush of the water...

Bud: ...the feeling of flight
as you're launched out of the boat...

Bud: ...and the good,
clean crack of a pelvis...

Bud: ...as it meets one of nature's
finest pointy rocks.

Bud: And as I lay there clinging for
dear life, I couldn't help but notice...

Bud: ...the beauty of nature as it sat
on my chest, pecking at my eyes.

Bud: It thought it could carry me to
its young ones, but the joke was on it...

Bud:
...because I was too heavy
and it dropped me...

Bud:
...in part of the river the Indians
used to call Nutcracker Falls.