"Remember that time we stood next to a burnt down house with a can full of gas and a handful of matches, and still no one found out? Yeah, good times. It was you, me... and... oh God who else was there! I remember he gave us a bunch of dope beats and taught us how to smoke trees! Ugh... it's on the tip of my tongue!"
Now that the dust has settled Eliot Spitzer should call a press conference, solemnly walk to the podium, flip off the crowd, and yell, "It was worth it!"