"Shoot, Paul, that imaginary speckled trout took me right out to my backing. And I feel very fortunate to have made the catch. And you haven't caught anything yet! What are you doing?"
"I'm wondering what all these fucking green things are"
"They're lights, partner, now go on and cast your Royal Wulff into the Vortex"
"Sure, you don't think we throw real flies, do you?"