Rachel Taper: We need you to program the autopilot so it
can vector you around the storm front ahead. You've got
a level 6 storm. Teri Halloran: Is that a 6 on a scale from
1 to 10? Rachel Taper: No, Teri... on a scale of 1 to 6.
Ryan Weaver: You are a convicted inmate on death row. What
five albums would you pick?
Ryan Weaver: That's it. I'm never flying this airline again!
[Teri takes the drink orders] Ryan Weaver: I'll have the
complimentary champagne. Marshall: Like hell you will! Ryan
Weaver: Okay, I'll have a Bloody Mary. Marshall: Weaver!
Ryan Weaver: Hold the vodka, the celery and the Tabasco.
Teri Halloran: If you wanted a tomato juice, why didn't
you just say so?
Maggie: I dated a criminal once. Teri Halloran: Only one?
Maggie: He owned a used car lot. They busted him for turning
back the odometers. Teri Halloran: How could you trust someone
like that? Maggie: I figured I did the same thing when I
told him I was 21.
Sinclair: Wait a minute, wait a minute. You've got a 747
beat to hell by level 6 turbulence, your flight crew is
dead, you've got an armed convicted serial killer loose
on board, eight passengers have disappeared, and your stewardess
is locked in the goddamned cockpit. Have I left anything
out? Controller: You forgot about the truck. [it's stuck
to the landing gear]
