GGuy
Listen, Sam, it's time we went our separate ways. [turns around and finds that Sam is not there] Sam? Sam?
[from over at the station] Relax, best friend! I'm right here!
[With the weary resignation, Guy picks up the luggage and heads to the station where Sam is]
This guy. Already gone two seconds and he already misses me. Needy! [heads over to Guy] Here is your ticket and here is your change [presents Guy's wallet]
I figured I deserved a ticket for saving your life. Good news! We've got seventy-seven bruckles left.
[Sam puts it into Guy's pocket. Guy, agitated, tries to swat Sam's arms away]
[Guy shoves Sam's luggage into him and storms over to the train]
GGuy
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.
[giggling] I wouldn't dream of it.
[The scene cuts to Sam and Guy sitting on opposite seats. Guy looks fed up and uncomfortable]
Across is much better. This way we get to look right at each other when we chat.
[Guy quietly seethes while Sam gushes]
They say the eyes are the windows to the soul.
[Guy continues to glare at him]
And... there. I just saw your soul.
[Guy clutches his face and groans]
Green eggs and ham? Gross.
GGuy
[with cathartic enthusiasm] Yeah! [laughs triumphantly]
GGuy
No, it's just, um, you're a smart child. You have life figured out. Trying new things is the road to disappointment. Let me explain. Let's say you try something new, you might not like it. Or worse, maybe you're allergic to it. You develop a rash. You keep scratching, and it keeps spreading, until eventually, you're more rash than person. People start to call you "rash girl" behind your back. Worst part is, you don't do anything to stop it, because deep down, you know you have become Rash Girl. All because you wanted to try something new.
GGuy
[indicating furiously to E.B.] No! I was talking about her!
[whispering to E.B.] Pretty sure he's Rash Girl.
In the Boring Car, being boring. What are you doing up there?
[Sam struggles to keep Mr. Jenkins on the roof of the train]
I'm, uh, sleepwalking! Wow! What a crazy dream this is! I am so not awake right now.
Well, allow me to unstranger myself. I am Sam, Sam-I-Am. [Sam takes the menu away from Guy] This is my best friend in the whole world, Guy.
[Guy chuckles]
Hey, wait a minute. You’re that sad and dangerous inventor who wanted to strap explosives to my child’s back.
And the deranged lunatic from the side of the road.
[Sam giggles]
That’s him! And we are officially unstrangered.
I’m sorry about your death trap blowing up.
GGuy
Oh, it’s fine. I’m transitioning to Paint Watching. Safe, steady, suits me better.
Really? I classified you as a... well, a dangerous type.
GGuy
Oh, no, I’m safe. Dangerously safe.
But your travel buddy, Sam, he doesn’t seem safe.
GGuy
We’re not buddies, travel or otherwise. We just ended up sitting next to, or across from each other.
GGuy
You and your daughter headed up to see Mr., uh, you?
[chuckles] There’s no Mr. Me.
I’m on a business trip. The SnerzDay Gala. Certainly couldn’t leave E.B. back in Glurfsburg. Not with that dangerous Chickeraffe on the loose.
GGuy
I... haven’t heard about that.
Oh! It’s really... It’s all over the news. Chickeraffe fever.
GGuy
What’s, uh, a, uh, chickeroo? [stammers] A chickera?
By the way, hope you don’t mind, I helped myself to your toothbrush. Well, our toothbrush, am I right?
GGuy
Our toothbrush? There is no our toothbrush. There is no our anything!
What do you mean? We’re a team. Dream team!
GGuy
Oh, I wish this was a dream. But you have turned my life into a nightmare. Because of you, I’m a felon, I nearly drowned, and you’ve stolen my wallet at least three times! Every moment, I’m with you is a disaster! [changes his pajama hat to his regular hat] So, I’m leaving. Now. Bye.
[Guy shuts the door.]
Don't worry, big fella. He'll come back.
McWinkle: Good morning.
[Guy gasps in horror.]
You're going down, target!
GGuy
[terrified] NO, NO, NO, NO!!!
