"I'm surprised you know what camping is, really." Of course he was being sarcastic, he already knew that Vergil read his way into most of his intelligence, but Dante didn't mind being the stupid brother.

"Oh good. At least we have that dignity. Good job." Hot water was a commodity that Dante could appreciate. He had spent a night or three on the streets, but even his trailer didn't have hot water. There wasn't any furnace hookup on the pier.

"Damn, this it? You have all the luck - even here you get a nice joint."