dude, I've called it the "Zion J-7000". Gnarly name huh? It gives me shivers down my spine when I say the name: (demonstrating with shivers) "Zion J-7000!" -- ooh! Now you, dude! Sam:    (Speechless, eventually saying the word plainly) Zion J-7000. Arnie:    (Shivers) Oooh! Far out dude! Ha ha! You call that a rod? Now this is a rod! Sam:    Listen, Arnie. Arnie:    Call me Steve! Sam:    (Bewildered) ...OK.. Steve. Listen, that thing is just not going to work in here. And you can take it from me. I've been doing this for over five years. That qualifies me to know that these fish prefer traditional rods with traditional lures. Arnie:    Nah that's cool, Sam-dude, I was just getting the juice from the moose. I'm casting this baby out on the other side. You know, Jesus-style. He was such a tripper. Later, dude! (Exits) (Matt and Josh are still trying to settle somewhere.) Matt:    (To Sam, about Arnie) Where did he go? Sam:    I don't know, somewhere over the other side. Matt:    Oh! Josh I'm going to check it out, you stay here. (Exits) Josh:    But... (Unheard) What am I supposed to do? Sam:    Don't worry about it, he won't be long. There is no 'other side'. Josh:    Oh. (Sits and waits for Matt) (Pete enters hurriedly with a large net.) Pete:    The tide's in, the weather's fine, it's time to haul-in big time! Sam:    Excuse me Pete, what do you think you're doing? Pete:    What does it look like