Tropical Storm, Tropical Shmorm...

"I've got an idea, let's fly to New Orleans!"
"Great idea, Phil. Tell you what, you fly first and we'll be right behind you [snicker, snicker...snort, snort]."
"That's cool, guys. I'll fly tomorrow and just meet you down there."
[Aside] "Oh my god. The idiot bought it. Let's get outta here." [To nimrod Long] "Uhhh, right on man. See you there."[Sounds of disappearing running shoes on gravel]