(At airport, waiting at terminal)
Amir (showing Jake candy bars): Pick your poison! (laughs)
Jake: You're 25, you really need to start eating like an adult.
Amir: I just, if I ate any more than three my stomach would start to hurt.
Jake: Ok, not what I meant.
Amir: Can I ask you a personal question?
Jake: No.
Amir: I don't think we should go to Florida.
Jake: Not personal, not a question, and I said no, so...
Amir: It's just, if we're going for the sandwiches, my uncle owns a deli and he can hook us up royal if we stay in New York.
Jake: Alright, what are you talking about?
Amir: My cousin works for a Subway.
Jake: So just say that. We're not going for the sandwiches, we're going for the beach.
Amir: That's true. I just, truth is I'm afraid of flying. I've never been on an airplane before.
Jake: Just relax, it's going to be fine.
Amir: You're right. We can get through this together. (tries to hug Jake)
Jake (avoiding hug): You can get through this alone.
Amir: (on plane) Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god-
Jake: Just relax. We're in the air. There's nothing you can do.
Amir: There's always something you can do.
Jake: Don't.
Amir: (yelling) There's a fucking bomb on the plane, everybody hit the fucking floor now!
Amir (back at terminal, implied they were kicked off the plane): We should just take a train, man.
Jake: We already bought stand-by tickets for the next flight.
Amir: Trust me, a train will be faster. I can do that like ten more times.