[the farmer's sexy daughter, Josephine, crawls under the dining table and begins giving Dime a blowjob] Mother Libby: This darling young man has volunteered to say grace. Farmer Joseph: Go ahead, son. Dime: [struggling] Uh. Dear lord... thank you for giving us such a, succulent, meal. Bless us, and please forgive us for anything that we've done... or are doing right now. Do it, don't stop loving us, don't stop baby, please, don't stop. Uhh... And let us... swallow our sins and... oh... oh Christ... OH CHRIST! Praise Jesus! Farmer Joseph: Praise Jesus. Feels good don' it... how a good prayer leaves ya drained. OK, let's eat! Pass the meat! Dime: I hear Prairie girls taste like corn. [Dime and Tyler floating on surf boards in the glacial waters of a Newfoundland bay with an iceberg floating in the bay] Dime: Tyler, that is an iceberg. It's a fucking iceberg! Tyler: No shit, man. It's awesome. Let's piss on it! Tyler: Remember, it's just like porn. Four positions, three minutes on each one and then go for the face. Nick: [Nick overlooks the coastline] Oh wow! It's beautiful. Sasha: Yeah! Trees, rock, ocean, iceberg.