— How can I eat? I'm scum! I'm garbage! This experience has tested me and has revealed no character whatsoever.
— Stop beating yourself up. You're a guy. You can't help it.
— We gotta meet them at 6:00 a.m. They're gonna widen the search.
— I may be too drunk to wake up at 6:00 a.m. I know how... how...
— Are you sure you're okay? You're... You're fine?
— Yeah, I'm... I'm just going to take a shower... and get into bed. Are you okay?
— I'm good. Yeah.
— I mean, do you want to stay here tonight?
— Stay?
— Yeah, with me. I mean, you probably think I'm being slutty or something, but... I'm feeling bad, and you're feeling bad. And I'd really like for you to stay.
— I just don't th... Yeah. Sure, why not?
— Yeah?
— No, no, I can't. I mean, I'm, I'm still clinging to hope. And if-if I... I mean, if-if we, you know... Holy... No!
— No?
— N-No, I...
— Are you sure?
— Oh, yeah. Yeah, no, I seem to be leaving the room.
Philippe Sinclair: — Angelica, the helicopter's going up in 20 minutes. If you're going, vite, huh?
Angelica: — Okay. Thank you, Phillippe. Tell them I am on my way, okay?
Frank Martin: — Oh, God. What did... What did I do? And how many times did I do it?
Angelica: — Are you okay?
Frank Martin: — Huh? No, no. This was wrong. This was all wrong.
Angelica: — Excuse me? How could you say that?
Frank Martin: — No, I mean, everything you did was very right. But what I did was wrong! This was wrong!
Angelica: — No, no. It's just we are going through a terrible ordeal. It's like when after a funeral... Everybody has sex.
Frank Martin: — Not everybody.