Robin:
[after using their only flare and hitting a palm tree with it]
Oh no! Oh uh oh! Oh nuts!
Quinn Harris:
[waking up still partly drunk]
What the...? What the hell did you do? You wasted our only god damned flare to shoot a god damned palm tree?
Robin:
I wouldn't have shot the god damned tree if you hadn't rolled into me. I was trying to signal the god damned plane.
Quinn Harris:
What god damned plane?
Robin:
[points to a commercial airliner in the sky]
That god damned plane.
Quinn Harris:
That god damned plane? That's a commercial airliner! It's 5 miles high going six hundred miles an hour. They wouldn't see a nuclear explosion if they were looking for it, much less a flare!
Robin:
How the hell was I supposed to know that? If you hadn't drunken yourself into a coma maybe you could have told me that.
Quinn Harris:
You know what you've done? You know what you've done? You've taken our one good chance of being found and pissed it away!
Robin:
Don't you dare blame this on me. If you were half a pilot, we WOULDN'T BE ON THIS ISLAND!
Quinn Harris:
I am the best god damned pilot you'll ever meet!
Robin:
Hah! I've flown with you twice, you've crashed half the time.
Robin:
[Walks away, leaving Quinn confused at her logic, does a double take]
And there is nothing wrong with my tits!
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