(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.