He said he always passed out around 3-4 am anyway.
But he could have gotten a flight to California and spent the evening there.
No flights, because of the Blizzard. 
Actually, she doesn’t. She simply is used to people thinking it’s pretty weird and obscure. But she is ok with it.
And I will point out to someone who ridiculed it upthread (how often does she use it in her job) that going to college wasn’t supposed to be about majoring in something that advanced your career. It was about finding something that interested you and becoming learned in it. After that, you made your way into the world and found something to do (maybe related, maybe not), or you followed up by learning even more about it.
It does not fit with the basic theme of the story, though, which is about how this winter has us in its steel grip and will not let go. The winter just seems endless, lying on a warm beach an unreachable phantasm. And the only thing we can do to make this cold, dark, grey prison tolerable is to find ways to make ourselves better.
I’m going to give you a prediction about this winter: It’s going to be cold, it’s going to be dark and it’s going to last you for the rest of your lives!
No, but my dad was a piano mover, so…
Punxatawny has a population of less than 7,000. The only airport is non-commercial, for small private planes only. To go somewhere, he’d have to find someone with a plane and hire him to fly him to Pittsburgh, which was shut down because of the blizzard.
Your typical small aircraft has a range in excess of 500 miles. Pittsburgh is a 75 mile flight from Punxsutawney. Depending on what they might have in the hangars, he might be able to get a flight out as far as Charlotte, even Atlanta, perhaps much farther.
Nah, you wake up at 6am and rush to the airport, and take the first plane to somewhere warm. Then you hang out there all day until you pass out and the day starts again.
Groundhog day has some benefits. You can get drunk and high all the time and never have any consequences.
She makes noises like a chipmunk when she’s excited.
It’s true. 
Phil: Ned Ryerson - I have missed you so much. [hugs him] I don’t know where you’re headed, but… can you call in sick? [keeps hugging him and rubbing his back]
Ned: Uh… I gotta get going.
Fly to the Virgin Islands. Meet a girl. Eat lobster, drink piña coladas. At sunset, make love like sea otters.
Drunk is more fun.
Did you see they used that as a movie quote clue in a Jeopardy! this week? I think they left out the sea otter part, though.
I can think of a couple reasons… pervert.
Too early for flapjacks?
Here’s the marvellous jazz piano. 
We’ll rent to start.
Has anybody mentioned that Ned’s nose isn’t really all that needly?