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Tyler: [Narrating] The only plane in Nootsak belonged to a part-time bush pilot, gambler, and real estate tycoon named Rosie Little. While we were negotiating our deal, he introduced me to this drink that he'd invented. Known locally as "Moose Juice," it consisted of equal parts Moose Brand Beer and ethyl alcohol. Before I knew it, my old fear of flying evaporated, and I spent all the money I had left... on 24 cases of beer.
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Rosie: [Sitting with some hunters at a canopied camp table] All together, one thousand four hundred acres, top of the mountain down to the lake. Including mineral rights. But... the real ace in the hole, right now, is the hot spring, right up there. Amazing. Incredible: steaming hot water coming right out of the ground. When I say "hot water," what do you think?
Rosie: [the other two men are silent] Sitting in the bathtub?... Japanese! A little bit of advertising, plenty of raw fish...
Hunter #1: [Chuckling] It's a beautiful country, all right. Limitless possibilities... Japanese?... That's a great angle, Rosie.
Rosie: Now, wait - you haven't heard the best part. Listen to this: once they soak their little buns in our magic, medicinal hot spring, you bottle it up, stick a fancy label on it, and they take it home with them. Before you know it, we'll be shipping it out of here by the truckload. What's it cost us? Nothing! It bubbles right up outta' the ground. I'll bet ya' we could figure out a way to bottle the air up here, too.
Hunter #2: Fantastic!
Rosie: Gentlemen, here's to the future.
[Just then a strong gust of wind picks their canopied table up off the ground and blows it into a nearby lake]
Brian Dennehy
Extended Reading
