Phil: You wanna take something, maybe calm your nerves?
Claire: No. No. I wanna be alert if the kids need me.
Phil: What a mom. Sometimes I wish you were my mom.
Claire: Oh, God, Phil. I'm already feeling a little queasy.
Claire: I hate this feeling. I hate it. And it's just gonna get worse and worse until the flight.
Phil: Hey! It's gonna be fine. Uncle Phil's here.