Guy: Listen, Sam, it's time we went our separate ways.
[He turns around and finds that Sam is not there]
Guy: Sam? Sam?
Sam: [from over at the station] Relax, best friend! I'm right here!
[With weary resignation, Guy picks up the luggage and heads to the station where Sam is]
Sam: This guy. Already gone two seconds and he already misses me. Needy!
[He heads over to Guy]
Sam: Here is your ticket and here is your change.
[He presents Guy's wallet]
Guy: That's my wallet.
Sam: I figured I deserved a ticket for saving your life. Good news! We've got seventy-seven bruckles left.
[He puts it into Guy's pocket. Guy, agitated, tries to swat Sam's arms away]
Guy: We? There is no we.
[He shoves Sam's luggage into him and storms over to the train]
Conductor: All aboard!
Sam: This is so us.
Guy: As soon as this train ride is over, we are going our separate ways forever. And we'd better not be sitting next to each other.
Sam: [giggling] I wouldn't dream of it.
[Cut to Sam and Guy sitting on opposite seats. Guy looks fed up and uncomfortable]
Sam: Across is much better. This way we get to look right at each other when we chat.
[Guy quietly seethes while Sam gushes]
Sam: They say the eyes are the windows to the soul.
[Guy continues to glare at him]
Sam: And... there. I just saw your soul.
[Guy clutches his face and groans]