*runs into the cockpit* They're all dead out there! *Looks around* They're all dead in here, too!
Oh, hi, come in! *flying the plane*
*runs into the cockpit* They're all dead out there! *Looks around* They're all dead in here, too!
Oh, hi, come in! *flying the plane*
Please...stop shooting people!
Okay. I understand. You stay here while I go talk to the guys back in the tunnel. *stands up with his gun in hand* Actually, I'm going to go shoot them, but I'll be back!
Why am I in a bikini?
We're in the tropics...
How did I get into the bikini, Roy?
June...I have been trained to disable a bomb in a padded jail cell with nothing but a Junior Mint and a tooth pick. I think I can get you in and out of some clothes without...looking. ...I'm not saying that's what I did...."
I did warn you not to get on the plane.
When? How?
When I said, 'Sometimes things happen for a reason'.
That's not a warning, Roy! That's like a saying on a bumper sticker. Next time, try, 'June, if you get on that plane, you will freaking die!'
We lost the pilots.
Where did they go?
Well, they were, uh...shot.
Who shot them?
Well, um, me.
*starts cracking up* Ha! This is great!
*Laughs sarcastically* Well, I'm glad you're taking this so well. *stands up and walks to the cockpit*
Where are you going?
To land the plane. Put on your seatbelt, please.