[in a cabin in the mountains, Jim wakes up and bangs his head on the table he was sleeping under]
Alex Rieger: Jim, are you alright?
"Reverend" Jim Ignatowski: Yeah...uh ... who are you?
Alex Rieger: I'm Alex. We're friends, we work together.
"Reverend" Jim Ignatowski: What? are we, lumberjacks?
Alex Rieger: No, we're cabdrivers.
"Reverend" Jim Ignatowski: I bet we don't do much business up here!
The huge storm turned out to be a wimpy kind of icy-sleety kind of thing. Doesn't matter to me though, all my customers wimped out on work today. Good. Condolences to all who *are* buried in snow though. Maybe a snowman would cheer you.