Ren: Great, and I'll be sitting in the back of the plane with you, confused.
Barry: Not in the back. For my special lady, only first class will do.
Ren: Barry, is this because I told you I flew to St. Barts in my parents' private plane?
Barry: Did you? [chuckles] I'd already forgotten you spent your summer and a lifetime in the lap of luxury.
Ren: I'm telling you coach is fine.
Barry: See, I'm gonna be a doctor for the 49ers, occasionally coming off the bench to windmill jam in Karl Malone's face. My life will be one of pampered excess, and my classy lady doesn't sit in coach with the sky trash.
Ren: Aw.