An exit-door procedure at 30.000 feet. Mm-hmm. The illusion of safety.
Well, then, you know, don't use a gun. Lay the place to waste like.
Look at that, Mrs Hudson. Quiet. Calm. Peaceful. Isn't it hateful?
Explanation:
Staring at the window
I'm not questioning your honor, Lord Janos. I'm denying its existence.
And leave Hermione? Are you mad? We wouldn’t last two days without her. Don’t tell her I said that.
— You know why they put oxygen masks on planes?
— So you can breathe.
— Oxygen gets you high. In a catastrophic emergency, you take giant panic breaths. Suddenly you become euphoric, docile. You accept your fate. It's all right here. Emergency water landing, 600mph. Blank faces. Calm as hindu cows.
— That's um... That's an interesting theory.
— You've always run away from a fight.
— Have not.
— You have so.
— Have not.
— You have so, and you know it.
— Have not. Slander and calumny. I have only ever embraced that oldest and noblest of pirate traditions. I submit that here now that is what we all must do. We must fight to run away.
— There's a woman lying dead.
— Perfectly sound analysis, but I was hoping you'd go deeper.
You know what's wrong with you, Miss Whoever-you-are? You're chicken. You've got no guts. You're afraid to stick out your chin and say, "Okay, life's a fact." People do fall in love. People do belong to each other because that's the only chance anybody's got for real happiness. You call yourself a free spirit, a wild thing. And you're terrified somebody's going to stick you in a cage. Well, baby, you're already in that cage. You built it yourself. And it's not bounded in the west by Tulip, Texas or in the east by Somaliland. It's wherever you go. Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself.
