Ray-Ray: What is it with you, Bundy? Still not getting enough curve in your diet? I mean, we knock you around, you come back. Why? Why do you do it?
Al: For the same reason men climb mountains or sail across the sea alone. For the only reason that a rational man would do in a rational thing like this.
Ray-Ray: Pride.
Al: No, women. I´m a moron, Ray-Ray. We´re all morons. That´s what comes from being a man. From the first little worm they dare us to eat to the last big shovel full of snow they convince us we can move, we´re nothing more to women than an amusement park ride with life insurance. Why else would we do the idiotic things that we do? For example, you ski?
Ray-Ray: No.
Al: Well, you will someday if a girl wants you to. We all will. We´d hurdle down the mountain so fast that the crack of our bodies hitting the tree wouldn´t even resonate in their ears before we´d pounce up and say ´I´m OK.´ They know were not OK. Hell, even if they miss that pair of squirrels running away with our hacky sacks, one glance down at the color of the snow would hint that there might be some trauma. And we’ve all been to the weight room when a pretty girl walks by and said to ourselves “Gee I think I’ll start today’s warm up bench pressing oh, nine tons. So, you see Ray-Ray, as long as there’s women, there’ll be men around doing stupid things to impress them. That’s why I’m here. That’s why you’re here. That’s why there here. Now, someday, you may evolve beyond this, but it’s too late for me. I’m too old, too married, and lost far too many hackysacks.