— You know how a woman gets a man excited?
— How?
— She shows up. That's it.
Year:
1998
Tagline:
«After this week in paradise, they're going to need a vacation»
Country:
USA
Genres:
Action, Comedy, Melodrama,
Adventure
Robin Monroe, a New York magazine editor, and the gruff pilot Quinn Harris must put aside their mutual dislike if they are to survive after crash landing on a deserted South Seas island.
— Oh, Frank... something happened. Something happened that shouldn't have happened if you and I were really...
— In love.
— I was trying to signal the goddam plane!
— Wha... What goddam plane?
— That goddam plane.
— That goddam plane? That's a commercial airliner. It's five miles high, going 600 miles an hour! They wouldn't see a nuclear explosion if they were looking for it much less a flare!
— How the hell was I supposed to know that? If you hadn't drunken yourself into a coma, maybe you could've told me that!
— Do you know what you've done? You've taken our one good chance of being found and pissed it away!
— So, what are we, like, shipwrecked?
— How do you want it?
— Excuse me?
— Do you want it sugar-coated or right between the eyes?
— You pick.
— We've only got one wheel, so we can't take off. Lightning fried the radio and the emergency location transmitter. Air-Sea will probably try a rescue,
but without a beacon to hone in... it's like trying to find a flea on an elephant's ass. The only thing we've got is... this flare gun and a single flare.
— Is it too late to get it sugar-coated?
— That was sugar-coated.
— Aren't you one of those guys?
— What guys?
— Those guy guys. You know, those guys with skills.
— Skills?
— Yeah. You send them out into the wilderness with a pocketknife and a Q-tip... and they build you a shopping mall. You can't do that?
— No. No, I can't do that. But I can do this. Does that help?
— 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.
— You were ogling.
— Ogling? Ogling? Let me ask you something. When you go into the store to buy something like that, what do you say to the clerk? "Give me that outfit
so nobody'll look at me"?
— No, I like people looking. Just not you.
— If it makes you feel any better, you're not my type.
— Oh, good. Why?
— Why?
— Yeah. You know, I'm making conversation. Why?
— You talk too much. You're opinionated. You're stubborn, sarcastic and stuck-up. Your ass is too narrow, and your tits are too small.
— Hey, you wanna know why you're not my type?
— Nope.
— Well, it's this one, right? Tamitange, the one with the funny-shaped peninsula to the north, right? Well, tha... that's north, right? Right?
— Yeah.
— There's no peninsula. Who stole the peninsula? This isn't Tamitange?
— No.
— So there is no beacon that we're gonna turn off... and they're gonna come fix it and find us?
— Well, well, we could be, um... We could be further to the south. This could be Mata Nui.
— And what's on Mata Nui?
— Us.
— 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.
— She was my wife. Twelve years.
— You have any kids?
— No, we didn't have any kids, thank God. But I always wanted kids. A bunch of them.
— Really? There's still time. What? Come on. How old are you? Well, what do...
— How old do you think I am?
— Hmm. Let me think.
— Guess.
— Forty-five. Forty-eight? Fifty. You fifty? You still look good.
— I still am good.
— Breadfruit.
— It's not bread.
— It's not fruit.
— I want to kiss you. I really liked kissing you.
— I liked kissing you.
— But?
— But if I start, I'm not gonna be able to stop.
— Sounds good.
— Doesn't it? I-I... Oh. I can't.
— We should get some sleep. Come here.
— This feels good. And safe. Feels good and safe.
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.
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