FRANCIS: I want to start by thanking you both for being here. Thank you.
PETER: You’re welcome.
JACK: Thank you.
FRANCIS: You’re the two most important people in the world to me. I’ve never said that before, but it’s true, and I want you both to know it.
Francis opens a sliding door and stops in-between two cars. The sound of the wind and clacking wheels is extremely loud. He yells over the noise:
FRANCIS: I love you, Peter!
PETER: (moved but uneasy) Thank you!
FRANCIS: I love you, Jack!
JACK: (moved but curious) I love you, too!
Francis opens the door to the next car and leads Peter and Jack up the corridor.
FRANCIS: How’d it get to this? Why haven’t we spoken in a year? Let’s make an agreement.
PETER: To do what?
FRANCIS: A.) I want us be become brothers again like we used to be, and for us to find ourselves and bond with each other. Can we agree to that?
FRANCIS: B.) I want us to make this trip a spiritual journey, and for us to seek the unknown and learn about it. Can we agree to that?
PETER: I guess so.
FRANCIS: C.) I want us to be completely open and say yes to everything — even if it’s shocking and painful. Can we agree to that?
Peter and Jack hesitate. Francis continues:
FRANCIS: Now, I had Brendan make us an itinerary
Francis takes a small manila envelope out of his pocket and unties a string to open it. He hands Peter and Jack each a small, laminated piece of paper.
INSERT: A type-written card with Travel Itinerary printed across the top and a detailed list of trains, times, hotels, cities, phone numbers, etc. below.
Peter and Jack look puzzled.
PETER: Who’s Brendan?
FRANCIS: My new assistant. He’s going to place an updated schedule under our doors every morning with all the spiritual places and temples that we need to see and expedite hotels and transportation and everything.
PETER: (puzzled) How’s he going to do that?
FRANCIS: I had him bring a printer and a laminating machine.
JACK: (more puzzled) Where is he?
FRANCIS: (slightly defensive) In a way, it, actually, doesn’t matter. He’s in a different compartment on another part of the train, but we never see him — ever.
Peter and Jack look around the corridor, confused. Jack starts to say something, but Francis interrupts:
FRANCIS: So that’s more or less it. Does it sound OK to you?
PETER: It sounds good. Sure.
JACK: Yeah. It sounds good.
FRANCIS: Do you have any questions?
Peter lifts up his glasses and looks out from under them. He says brightly:
PETER: I do.
FRANCIS: OK. Go ahead.
PETER: What happened to your face?
— The Darjeeling Limited (2006), written by Wes Anderson, Roman Coppola, and Jason Schwartzman.