Lloyd : What the hell are we doing here, Harry? We gotta get out of this town! Harry : Oh yeah, and go where? Where are we gonna go? Lloyd : I'll tell you where. Someplace warm. A place where the beer flows like wine. Where beautiful women instinctively flock like the salmon of Capistrano. I'm talking about a little place called Aspen. Harry : Oh, I don't know, Lloyd. ...


