Mike: Frankie, wait a minute.
Frankie: What are we doing? What do you mean? We're going to New York. Let's hurry, so we can get seats together.
Mike: Yeah, hold on. Hold on. We're closer to Indiana at this point. Maybe we should just go home.
Frankie: What? Why?
Mike: Because this trip so far has been a disaster, and I don't feel like driving for nine hours on a bus into a snowstorm.
Frankie: Well, you have to. You know, we're lucky. We were sitting on a couch, wishing for something exciting to happen, and it did! We won this trip! And now you just want to throw in the towel? You wanna just go back home, go back to that couch? There's a whole big world out there, Mike, and you are missing it!
Mike: I circled over it for eight hours. I've seen enough.