I know you're concerned about disappointing me, but I want you to take comfort from the knowledge that my expectations of you are very low.
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?
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.