[Randy drives Stan along a secluded road at night; Stan has a bag over his head so he doesn't see where they're going]
Randy Marsh: I always knew this day would come, when my son would be brought into the society. Reminds me of the day I was brought in by my father.
Stan: Grandpa's in it too?
Randy Marsh: Of course. Marshes have been in The Hare Club For Men for generations. All the way back to the beginning.
Stan: Dad, do I have to wear this bag over my head the entire time?
Randy Marsh: You aren't a member yet. You can't know where our secret meetings take place. We're going to a distant location, an old building near the lake about 40 minutes away.
Stan: [guessing] You mean the old Galveston Lodge?
[Randy is taken aback at Stan's memory, and so he thinks about what to do next; after a while, he decides to remove the bag and continues driving]
Randy Marsh: Dammit!
