The Terminal

- OK, what?
- OK.

Lunch... with you.
- You'll have lunch with me?
- Yes.

You're not running for a flight or...?
I wait.
- It's me.
- You. Yes.

I'm sorry.
I just got paged.

You work?
- No.
- Ah.

Three of you. Crowded.
Stay away from me, Viktor.
I'm... I have a serious problem.
I'm as bad as Napoleon.

I just keep ingesting these poisonous
men until I make myself sick.

- You're not sick, Amelia. No.
- No?

No. You're a little... farsighted.
- I have to go.
- I have to stay.

- Story of my life.
- Me, too.

Your CBP inspection's in three days.
The FBI and Homeland Security
will tour the airport,

spend two hours observing these offices
before your interview process begins.

How much does Navorski make?
How much does he make?
How much are they paying him?

They're paying him cash under the table.
I know that. How much?
$19 an hour.
Do you know that's more than I make?

That's New York City construction.
One of my own men
came up to me the other day.

Asked me
if I wanted to join the big pool.

Look at him.
Place a bet on when Navorski's
going to leave this airport.

Have you heard about this?