— Our last four days on earth. If I had a dick, I'd go get laid. But we can do the next best thing.
— What's that?
— Let's kill people.
— What's your proof?
— He's wearing a wedding band.
— And it never occurred to you that maybe she's his wife?
— No married man kisses his wife like that.
— Okay. Well, it's a good thing you were never the deciding member on a jury is all I'm saying. "No married man kisses his wife like that"? Are you stoned?
— Here's what I don't get about you. Why do you feel the need to come to this place all the time?
— My friend, because this is humanity at its best. Look at them. All that anger, all that mistrust, all that unhappiness... forgotten for that one perfect moment when they get off the plane. See those two? That guy doesn't know that the girl cheated on him while she was away.
— She did?
— Twice.
— Nice.
— But it doesn't matter right now... because they're just both so relieved to be with one another. I like that. I wish they could all feel that way more often.