At John F. Kennedy International Airport in New York, most of the film crew aimlessly wandered around the waiting area, hoping for the storm to pass.
A sudden torrential downpour had caused widespread flight delays, and the crew's chartered plane could not take off for the time being.
Martin stood by the window, raindrops pattering noisily against the glass in front, so dense that he could barely make out the Boeing aircraft nearby.
Bruce came over with a bottle of water.
Martin took it, opened it, and had a drink before asking, "With this kind of shitty weather, only the pilots from the home of the polar bears would dare to take off, right?"
Bruce shrugged with an iconic American accent, "Who knows, they're crazy enough to drink lubricant."
Chad hurried over to check the weather and muttered, "When's it going to stop?"
Martin asked, "Your girlfriend waiting for you in Los Angeles?"
