-
Well, good night, ladies.
-
I gotta get home before the snow starts.
-
It's not gonna snow, Earl, it's 50 degrees.
-
Oh, it's gonna snow, trust me.
-
I couldn't tell when my first wife was coming,
-
but I can sure tell when a storm is coming.
-
All right, so what's the plan?
-
What are we gonna do if it does snow?
-
You're so white, I'm worried we're gonna lose you.
-
I love the snow.
-
Opening my balcony doors and watching it fall
-
like fresh white linen and then