"I'm fine. And anyway, I don't have time to pull over and take a deep breath."
"But you think we have time for an emergency room visit?"
"Now you're just being overdramatic."
"That's what they pay me for."
"I missed the turn, didn't I?"
"About five turns back, yeah."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"I was thinking about other things."
"Why?"
"I'm sorry, was I supposed to be giving you directions?"
"Oh my God..."
"What's the next street?"
"Nichols Canyon Road."
"Don't you think we should have passed that by now?"
"Very probably, yes."
"Where the hell am I going?"
"Nichols Canyon Road."
"Thank you.
"You don't think this is getting a little ridiculous?"
"I'm going to find it."
"We're already late. If you'll just stop, we can call Danny and-"
"We're not calling Danny."
"Is it because you think he'll laugh at you?"
"No, it's not. It's because I know how to find my way in LA."
"Apparently not."
"Harry, I could navigate by the damn stars if they weren't obscured by a perpetual layer of smog."
"Don't tell me you were a Boy Scout... wait, are you seriously suggesting celestial navigation?"
"No! I'm suggesting that-"
"Matthew, will you look at the road? ...Matt!"
"Well. This is certainly going to raise my insurance premiums. Yet again."
"You don't say."