[He smirks.] There's all kinds o' things. Maybe I'll jus' wait and start springin' them on you further up the road.

[He picks up a couple of the very mundane magazines and drops them into a basket. He then gets a small bottle of aspirin, a bottle of vitamin water for while they were waiting in departures and finally goes to check the prescriptions they have on their standard reading glasses before finding a pair that'll work for him.] Done! Oh, wait, one second. [He remembers to get a small pack of cigarettes which he'd probably smoke all between the hotel and the airport, damned no smoking laws.]