“Man, where are we, anyways?”
“Not sure. I think we should’ve taken–”
“If you say ‘a right turn at Albuquerque’ one more time, I swear by all that’s holy, I will punch you in the nose.”
“…Fine. Okay. So it’s not funny after a hundred thousand times. Lighten up, man.”
“Screw this. Give me the map. Your days as my navigator are over.”
“Still think we shoulda taken a right turn–”
“Don’t make me hit you, man. I will. I swear I will.”