Marcy:
[Two of Marcy's friends have caught the deadly virus, her boyfriend has just run off and abandoned them, leaving her and Paul alone in the cabin]
We're all gonna get it. We're all gonna get sick. Jeff's off in the woods getting drunk.
Paul:
No. Burt's gonna get help, Karen will be fine. I promise.
Marcy:
It's like being on a plane, when you know it's gonna crash - everyone around you is screaming, yelling "We're going down! We're going down!" And all you really wanna do is grab the person next to you and fuck the shit out of them, 'cuz you know you're gonna be dead soon, anyway.
[She looks seductively at Paul, who actually is 'the person next to her']
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