"Honey, I love you, I see you soon, and you know what that means".
Most scenes together: Chuck Noland & Stan (3)
Cast Away quotes
Page 1 of 2Hey, Al, where are we?
Somewhere over the Pacific Ocean.
Tahiti Control, FedEx 88. Position Jenna at 1526...
Hey, is all this turbulence from Santa and those eight tiny reindeer?
...expecting Tamara at 1620. Erick is next. Fuel: 95.5.
Blaine, tell them we're deviating south for weather. Make another position plot on your deviation left.
Tahiti Control, FedEx 88. Position Jenna at 1526. Flight level 350...
I've got us plotted. We're 200 miles south of the original course.
Continue plotting, and check contingency procedures.
Tahiti Control, FedEx 88. Broadcasting in the blind. How do you read? [no answer] I've never been out of comm this long.
Did you try the higher HF frequency?
Tahiti Control, FedEx 88. Broadcasting in the blind. How do you read?
Better buckle up, Chuck. It's gonna get bumpy.
I absolutely, positively have to get to Memphis tonight.
Can't help you. Try UPS.
Hey, with this extra headwind, are we gonna be able to push it a bit and make the sort?
We'll do our best.
"Our best", huh? Now Gwen, is there something wrong with our doctors that Jack here keeps getting certified to fly? Aren't you concerned?
I'm terrified, but a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do.
That's the spirit there. Relentless is our goal, relentless!
What do you expect from the guy who stole a crippled kid's bicycle when his truck broke down.
I borrowed it. I borrowed it, but I love that the kid's now crippled.
You think you're gonna have more kids?
I don't know. It's kind of confusing right now.
Well, you should. I mean, really, you should. I would.
So, what now?
I don't know. I really don't know.
You said you'd be right back.
I'm so sorry.
Me too.
Four years ago, the FedEx family lost five of our sons. That was a terrible and tragic day. But today, one of those sons, Chuck Noland, has been returned to us. Chuck, welcome home.
I'm Kelly's husband. Jerry Lovett. Kelly wanted... Kelly wanted to be here... Look, this is very hard for everyone. I can't even imagine how hard it is for you. Kelly, uh... she's had it rough. First when she thought she lost you, and now dealing with all of this, it's confusing, it's very emotional for her. She's... she's... sort of lost. Maybe you could just give her a little more time. Anyway, uh... I'm sorry that...
I always knew you were alive, I knew it. But everybody said that I had to stop saying that, that I had to let you go. I love you. You're the love of my life.
I love you too, Kelly. More than you'll ever know.
Chuck...
You have to go home.
[Kelly nods, and he drives her back up the driveway to her house]
So you missed the last truck by two minutes, huh?
Two minutes. Actually, it was less than that.
Well, the plane wasn't that heavy; you could've added fuel, picked up the speed and made up the time.
It was about the trucks. Today's truck was two minutes late, tomorrow's will be four minutes late, and then six minutes late, and then eight minutes late, and the next thing you know, we're U.S. Mail.
Yeah, well, all's I'm saying is, if you'd gotten all those trucks on the plane those Russkies would be walking on water right now. [to Gwen, while pouring some wine] Hey, now, don't-- don't give me that look. It's just grape juice. Right, Chuck?
Yeah, it's like a 1992 full-bodied grape juice.
I see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil.
Well, we'd offer you some but, you know, somebody's got to fly the plane.
Yeah, well, I just say no, right? Listen, Stan, I've been meaning to ask you. How's Mary?
Oh. Uh, well... we really don't know anything yet.
Mm-hmm.
Uh, she went to the doctor yesterday, and uh... it hasn't me-- metastasized as far as they can tell right now. It's just kind of wait and see.
I'm so sorry. Would you tell her I'm gonna come by and see her on my next layover? I just want you to know, Stan, we are all just thinking about her and you, and just blessings.
Thank you, Gwen, thank you.
Merry Christmas.
I thought you were gonna stiff me.
No.
What is the ribbon? Is it a thousand-pound test fishing line or something?
Here's your fancy thing.
Thanks. I love the wrapping. And I love the box.
Good.
My grandaddy used it on the Southern Pacific.
Hey, I took this. This is my favorite picture of you. You know what I'm gonna do? I'm always gonna keep this [sets the watch] on Memphis time. Kelly time. Now, you haven't said anything about your presents; is there a problem?
No! I'm sorry, no! I love 'em. Look at my journal, ah!
What about the pager?
Real leather, the pages have gold on em.
Did you like the pager or not?
Yes. Look at him in his little blue Russian house there.
I'm Russian.
My God. And it's not one of those loud ones, right?
No, you can program it so it vibrates and lights up, and you can see it in the dark.
It seems like a real nice pager.
Sorry about the hand towels.
No, no, I love 'em.
You're hard to shop for.
Every time I wash my hands, I will think of you.
All right, I gotta go. [kisses Kelly] Merry Christmas.
Merry Christmas.
I love you.
I love you too. [Chuck gets out of the car and starts walking to the plane] Chuck! Keys!
You know, that reminds me. I almost forgot. I have one more present for you. [hands Kelly a small box] Only this isn't an "open the car" kind of present, like, say, hand towels, which were a joke, by the way.
I'm terrified.
Just take it and hold onto it, and you can open it on New Year's Eve. And I love you. [he kisses her one last time, then walks to the plane and calls back] I'll be right back!
Forty-five minutes. [hands Chuck a Dr. Pepper and two cups of ice] One Dr. Pepper, two cups of ice.
Well, here's the drill. Um, plane pulls in, we get off, and there's a little ceremony right there in the hangar. Fred Smith will say a few words, all you have to do is smile and say "thank you", then we'll take you over to see Kelly.
She's actually gonna be there, huh?
Well, that's what we have arranged. I mean, if you're sure you want to do that...
Oh, yeah, yeah. Yes. I don't know what I'm gonna say to her. What in the world am I gonna say to her?
Chuck, Kelly had to let you go. You know? She thought you were dead... and we buried you. We had a funeral and a coffin and a gravestone, the whole thing.
You had a coffin? What was in it?
Well, everybody put something in. You know, just a cell phone or a beeper, some pictures. I put in some Elvis CDs.
So you had my funeral... and then you had Mary's funeral. Stan, I'm so sorry I wasn't around when Mary died. I should've been there for you, and I wasn't. I'm so sorry.
You look lost.
I do?
Where're you headed?
Well, I was just about to figure that out.
Well, that's 83 South. And this road here will hook you up with I-40 East. If you turn right, that'll take you to Amarillo, Flagstaff, California. And if you head back that direction, you'll find a whole lot of nothing all the way to Canada.
I got it.
All right, then. Good luck, cowboy.
Thank you.
I've got to keep breathing. Because tomorrow, the sun will rise. Who knows what the tide could bring?
Time rules over us without mercy, not caring if we're healthy or ill, hungry or drunk, Russian, American, beings from Mars. It's like a fire. It could either destroy us or keep us warm, that's why every FedEx office has a clock. Because we live or we die by the clock. We never turn our back on it, and we never, ever allow ourselves the sin of losing track of time! Locally, it's 1:56, that means we've got 3 hours and 4 minutes before the end-of-the-day's package sort; that's how long we have, that's how much time we have, before this pulsating, accursed, relentless taskmaster tries to put us out of business! [sees Nicolai] Hey, Nicolai. Hey. Nicolai, good to see you. How are you, kid? Look what you did. You just delivered you just delivered your very first FedEx package. That deserves something special, like a Snickers bar, and a CD player. And something to listen to, a CD. [hands Nicolai a Snickers bar, a CD player and an Elvis CD from his duffel bag] There, Elvis Presley, 50 million fans, can't be wrong. [holds up package, to workers] You all recognize this, don't you? I took the liberty of sending this to myself, I FedEx'd it before I left Memphis. You're probably wondering what could be in here. [opening the package] What could it possibly be? Is it architectural plans? Maybe technical drawings? Is this the wallpaper for the-- for the bathroom? It is... [pulls out a timer] a clock, which I started at absolute zero, and is now at 87 hours, 22 minutes and 17 seconds. From Memphis, America to Nicolai in Russia, 87 hours. 87 hours is a shameful outrage! This is just an egg timer! What if it had been something else, like your paycheck? Or fresh boysenberries, or adoption papers? 87 hours is an eternity! The cosmos was created in less time! Wars have been fought and nations toppled in 87 hours! Fortunes made and squandered.
There we go! Light it up, c'mon! [singing] "The time to hesitate is through!" [throws more wood in the fire and gets briefly burned] Ouch! Haha, ouch! "No time to wallow in the mire. Try now, we can only lose. 'Cause girl, we can't get much higher. C'mon, baby, light my firrrrre!" [takes a palm branch, lighting the end, then holding it up] There you go. There you go! It's a signal fire! And it spells out S.O.S! [embers start falling around him] Woah! It's a meteor shower! [drops the branch back into the fire] Fireflies, go! Run! You're free, you're free! [the fire burns bigger] Yes! YES! Look what I've created! I have made FIRE! I...have made fire!