Jake: Okay, how about this? We go on a cross-country road trip... Me on a motorcycle, you in my sidecar? [Charles is silent] Or we enter a cooking competition, and you "Ratatouille" me from inside of a giant chef's hat? [Charles is silent] [Jake groans] I track down Diane Wiest, and you finally try and use your hall pass? You're smiling, so I guess that one's it. Oof, going with Wiest, huh? I got to be honest, Boyle... I'm not so sure you can pull that off. I mean, her career is red hot. She just did a movie with Streep.
Charles: No, Jake. That's not why I'm smiling. I'm smiling because you know me so well.
Jake: Yeah, we're best friends. Of course I know you.
Charles: Well, as perfect as all your ideas were, nothing tops sitting here with my best friend. I mean, why would I want to go to town on Diane Wiest when I can go to town with you?
Jake: What?
Charles: Hang out. Go to town with each other. It's a common friendship phrase.
Jake: Haven't heard it.