Joe Biden and Tom Hiddleston are stuck in Cabin in a Snowstorm and forced to have a deep conversation.

Here's their conversation:

Joe: Look, Tom, kid, this reminds me of Scranton. Except Scranton had a damn good diner, not just a roaring fire and impending hypothermia.

Tom: (Adjusting his scarf) Indeed, Mr. President. One finds oneself contemplating mortality rather acutely in such circumstances.

Joe: Mortality, sure, but also opportunity. What do we leave behind, you know? What's the damn legacy?

Tom: I've often wrestled with the weight of character, the masks we wear, the choices that define us, both on stage and off.

Joe: Exactly! Folks back home, they just want a fair shake. A chance to build something. That’s all I ever wanted to give ‘em.

Tom: There's a certain beauty in that simplicity, a stark contrast to the complexities of power and ambition I often portray.

Joe: Power's a tool, Tommy. Use it to lift people up, not knock ‘em down. That's the trick.

Tom: A noble sentiment, sir. But the temptation to wield it for personal gain, to succumb to the allure of control, is a siren song, isn't it?

Joe: That’s when you gotta remember who you are, Tommy. Remember the folks who believe in ya. That's your north star.

Tom: (Looking thoughtfully into the fire) A north star… Yes, Mr. President, a constant reminder of the course, even amidst the storm.