— Nervous?
— Yes.
— First time?
— No, I've been nervous lots of times.
Explanation:
as the plane prepares to take off
When John first broached the subject of being best man, I was confused. I confess at first I didn't realise he was asking me. When finally I understood, I expressed to him that I was both flattered and surprised. I explained to him that I'd never expected this request and I was a little daunted in the face of it. I nonetheless promised I would do my very best to accomplish a task which was, for me, as demanding and difficult as any I had ever contemplated. Additionally, I thanked him for the trust he placed in me and indicated that I was, in some ways, very closed to being moved by it. It later transpired that I'd said none of this out loud.
When anything is blocking my head or there's worry in my life, I just go sit on Mars or something and look back here at Earth. All you can see is this tiny speck. You don't see the fear. You don't see the pain. You don't see thought. It's just one solid speck. Then nothing really matters. It just doesn't.
— Okay, if you just, pop this on.
— Okay.
— Now, there’s absolutely nothing for you to worry about.
— Tell me, has anyone ever believed you when you told them not to worry?
— My philosophy is that worrying means you suffer twice.
— Tell me again. Was I really good? I was so nervous. My knees were shaking.
— Your knees were fine.
— The applause wasn't very loud.
— Yes, it was. Well, it's the acoustics. It's all about diffusion. It keeps the sound waves from grouping. When the sound waves, they propagate, then it's like an...
— You are such a nerd.
— Mom's worried.
— About me?
— About the money.
— Are you nervous?
— No. Were you? For your test?
— No. I was terrified.