Six Days Seven Nights

Flare! Jesus!
- Hey, baby.
- Oh, no.

Uh-oh. Oh, boy.
Oh! Oh, no.
Oh, uh-oh. Oh, no.
- Wha...
- Oh, nuts.

What... Oh!
What the hell did you do?
What the... You...

You wasted our only goddam flare
to shoot a goddam palm tree?

I wouldn't have shot the goddam tree
if you hadn't rolled into me.

I was trying to signal
the goddam plane!

Wha... What goddam plane?
That goddam plane.
- That goddam plane?
- Yeah.

That's a commercial airliner.
It's five miles high,
going 600 miles an hour!

They wouldn't see a nuclear explosion
if they were looking for it
much less a flare!

How the hell was I
supposed to know that?

If you hadn't drunken yourself into
a coma, maybe you could've told me that!

- Do you know what you've done?
- What?

- Do you know what you've done?
- What?

You've taken our one good chance
of being found and pissed it away!

Don't you dare blame this on me!
If you were half a pilot...

we wouldn't be on this island!
I am the best goddam pilot
you're ever gonna meet!

Huh! I've flown with you twice.
You've crashed half the time!

And there is nothing
wrong with my tits!

- There's so much water.
- Don't worry.