Beavis: Butt-Head. If you ever get out of here, do me a favor.
Butt-Head: Sure, Beavis. Anything.
Beavis: There's a big hayfield up near Buxton. You know where Buxton is?
Butt-Head: Well, there's... there's a lot of hayfields up there.
Beavis: One in particular. It's got a long rock wall with a big oak tree at the north end. It's like something out of a Robert Frost poem. It's where I asked my wife to marry me. We went there for a picnic and made love under that oak and I asked and she said yes. Promise me, Butt-Head. If you ever get out... find that spot. At the base of that wall, you'll find a rock that has no earthly business in a Maine hayfield. Piece of black, volcanic glass. There's something buried under it I want you to have.
Butt-Head: What, Beavis? What's buried under there?
Beavis: You'll have to pry it up... to see... TP for my Bunghole!