Augustus: Hey, Wilbur, you didn't finish your Buffalo wings.
Will: Uh, I can't eat any more.
Augustus: Sure you can. Just put some hot sauce on there.
Will: No, thank you.
Augustus: Boy, what are you saying? You better put some Red Rooster on there.
Will: Look... Hey, do you think you could just land the plane, you know and I'll just walk back to L.A.
Augustus: Oh, flying upside down makes you a little queasy, doesn't it, boy?
Will: Well, no I'm not a... [vomits]
Augustus: I'll take that as a yes.