Nick: What's up, boys? [points to the pilots] Those are the guys I was just drinking with at the bar. Are you sure you guys can fly a plane? I'm sure it's not a big deal. I bet the weed will offset the booze. [later:] This could be it, so... if we all die on this plane, was it worth it? I say yeah, let's get to Chicago. Who cares? It's snowing there.