Shelby: I hate bachelorette parties. I have, like 50 different penis items in my carry-on. This plane goes down, there's gonna be some sharks doing some really weird stuff.
Winston: Sharks? I thought you were going to Vegas?
Shelby: No, I'm going to Mexico. I thought I told you that. Well, if you don't want me to go, I don't have to go.
Winston: No, no, no, no, no, no, I want you to go. It'll be good, you know? We spent the last five nights together. I mean, you know, we both could use some space.
Shelby: Right.
Winston: Did I say something wrong?
Shelby: What? I'm sorry. I couldn't hear you across all the space.