Six Days Seven Nights Quotes
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.
Robin: Whoa. What happened?
Quinn: It crumpled the landing gear when we hit.
Robin: Well, aren't you gonna fix it? I mean can't we, can't we reattach it somehow?
Quinn: Sure, we'll, like, glue it back on.
Robin: Aren't you one of those guys?
Quinn: What guys?
Robin: Those guy guys, you know, those guys with skills.
Quinn: Skills?
Robin: Yeah. You send them into the wilderness with a pocket knife and a Q-tip and they build you a shopping mall. You can't do that?
Quinn: No, I can't do that, but I can do this:
[Pops finger out of the side of his mouth]
Quinn: Does that help?
Quinn: It crumpled the landing gear when we hit.
Robin: Well, aren't you gonna fix it? I mean can't we, can't we reattach it somehow?
Quinn: Sure, we'll, like, glue it back on.
Robin: Aren't you one of those guys?
Quinn: What guys?
Robin: Those guy guys, you know, those guys with skills.
Quinn: Skills?
Robin: Yeah. You send them into the wilderness with a pocket knife and a Q-tip and they build you a shopping mall. You can't do that?
Quinn: No, I can't do that, but I can do this:
[Pops finger out of the side of his mouth]
Quinn: Does that help?
Robin Monroe: What are you looking at?
Quinn Harris: Nothing.
Robin Monroe: Something.
Quinn Harris: Nothing.
Robin Monroe: Oh, don't give me that, you were ogling.
Quinn Harris: Ogling? Let me ask you something. When you go into a department store to buy something like that what do you say to the clerk 'give me that outfit so no one will look at me?'
Robin Monroe: No, I like people looking - just not you.
Quinn Harris: If it makes you feel any better you're not my type.
Robin Monroe: Oh good, why?
Quinn Harris: Why?
Robin Monroe: Yeah, you know, I'm making conversation. Why?
Quinn Harris: 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.
Robin Monroe: Hey, you wanna know why you're not my type?
Quinn Harris: Nope.
Quinn Harris: Nothing.
Robin Monroe: Something.
Quinn Harris: Nothing.
Robin Monroe: Oh, don't give me that, you were ogling.
Quinn Harris: Ogling? Let me ask you something. When you go into a department store to buy something like that what do you say to the clerk 'give me that outfit so no one will look at me?'
Robin Monroe: No, I like people looking - just not you.
Quinn Harris: If it makes you feel any better you're not my type.
Robin Monroe: Oh good, why?
Quinn Harris: Why?
Robin Monroe: Yeah, you know, I'm making conversation. Why?
Quinn Harris: 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.
Robin Monroe: Hey, you wanna know why you're not my type?
Quinn Harris: Nope.
Robin Monroe: [staring down a sheer cliff] Oh my God, now what?
Quinn Harris: [He grasps her hand] We go on three. One! Two!
Robin Monroe: I can't! You go, save yourself!
Quinn Harris: [He grabs her head and kisses her] I'm sorry.
Robin Monroe: For kissing me?
Quinn Harris: No. For this.
[He throws her over the side and jumps after her]
Quinn Harris: [He grasps her hand] We go on three. One! Two!
Robin Monroe: I can't! You go, save yourself!
Quinn Harris: [He grabs her head and kisses her] I'm sorry.
Robin Monroe: For kissing me?
Quinn Harris: No. For this.
[He throws her over the side and jumps after her]
Robin: [after using their only flare and hitting a palm tree with it] Oh no! Oh uh oh! Oh nuts!
Quinn Harris: [waking up still partly drunk] What the...? What the hell did you do? You wasted our only god damned flare to shoot a god damned palm tree?
Robin: I wouldn't have shot the god damned tree if you hadn't rolled into me. I was trying to signal the god damned plane.
Quinn Harris: What god damned plane?
Robin: [points to a commercial airliner in the sky] That god damned plane.
Quinn Harris: That god damned plane? That's a commercial airliner! It's 5 miles high going six hundred miles an hour. They wouldn't see a nuclear explosion if they were looking for it, much less a flare!
Robin: How the hell was I supposed to know that? If you hadn't drunken yourself into a coma maybe you could have told me that.
Quinn Harris: You know what you've done? You know what you've done? You've taken our one good chance of being found and pissed it away!
Robin: Don't you dare blame this on me. If you were half a pilot, we WOULDN'T BE ON THIS ISLAND!
Quinn Harris: I am the best god damned pilot you'll ever meet!
Robin: Hah! I've flown with you twice, you've crashed half the time.
Robin: [Walks away, leaving Quinn confused at her logic, does a double take] And there is nothing wrong with my tits!
Quinn Harris: [waking up still partly drunk] What the...? What the hell did you do? You wasted our only god damned flare to shoot a god damned palm tree?
Robin: I wouldn't have shot the god damned tree if you hadn't rolled into me. I was trying to signal the god damned plane.
Quinn Harris: What god damned plane?
Robin: [points to a commercial airliner in the sky] That god damned plane.
Quinn Harris: That god damned plane? That's a commercial airliner! It's 5 miles high going six hundred miles an hour. They wouldn't see a nuclear explosion if they were looking for it, much less a flare!
Robin: How the hell was I supposed to know that? If you hadn't drunken yourself into a coma maybe you could have told me that.
Quinn Harris: You know what you've done? You know what you've done? You've taken our one good chance of being found and pissed it away!
Robin: Don't you dare blame this on me. If you were half a pilot, we WOULDN'T BE ON THIS ISLAND!
Quinn Harris: I am the best god damned pilot you'll ever meet!
Robin: Hah! I've flown with you twice, you've crashed half the time.
Robin: [Walks away, leaving Quinn confused at her logic, does a double take] And there is nothing wrong with my tits!
Robin Monroe: I am so scared.
Quinn Harris: If it makes you feel any better, I'm a little scared myself.
Robin Monroe: Uh, no. No, that does not make me feel better.
Quinn Harris: I thought that's what women wanted.
Robin Monroe: What?
Quinn Harris: Men who weren't afraid to cry, who were in touch with their feminine side.
Robin Monroe: No, not when they're being chased by pirates, they like 'em mean and armed!
Quinn Harris: If it makes you feel any better, I'm a little scared myself.
Robin Monroe: Uh, no. No, that does not make me feel better.
Quinn Harris: I thought that's what women wanted.
Robin Monroe: What?
Quinn Harris: Men who weren't afraid to cry, who were in touch with their feminine side.
Robin Monroe: No, not when they're being chased by pirates, they like 'em mean and armed!
Quinn Harris: How do you want it?
Robin: Excuse me?
Quinn Harris: Do you want it sugar-coated, or right between the eyes?
Robin: You Pick.
Quinn Harris: We got no landing gear, so we can't take off. Lightning fried the radio, so we can't call for help. AirSea with try a rescue mission but without a beacon to hone in on it's like trying to find a flea on an elephant's ass. The only thing we got is this flare gun with a single flare.
Robin: Is it too late to get it sugar coated?
Quinn Harris: That was sugar-coated.
Robin: Excuse me?
Quinn Harris: Do you want it sugar-coated, or right between the eyes?
Robin: You Pick.
Quinn Harris: We got no landing gear, so we can't take off. Lightning fried the radio, so we can't call for help. AirSea with try a rescue mission but without a beacon to hone in on it's like trying to find a flea on an elephant's ass. The only thing we got is this flare gun with a single flare.
Robin: Is it too late to get it sugar coated?
Quinn Harris: That was sugar-coated.
Quinn Harris: You deserve someone... fresher.
Robin Monroe: Isn't that up to me to decide?
Quinn Harris: Let's be reasonable about this. You're not gonna come down here and be my co-pilot and I'm not gonna go to New York and be your receptionist. Let's not complicate things.
Robin Monroe: Oh, I forgot, you like things simple.
Quinn Harris: Yeah.
Robin Monroe: Isn't that up to me to decide?
Quinn Harris: Let's be reasonable about this. You're not gonna come down here and be my co-pilot and I'm not gonna go to New York and be your receptionist. Let's not complicate things.
Robin Monroe: Oh, I forgot, you like things simple.
Quinn Harris: Yeah.
Angelica: Do you want to stay here tonight?
Frank Martin: [looks at bed] Stay?
Angelica: Yeah, with me? I mean you probably think I'm being slutty or something, but you're feeling bad and I'm feeling bad, and I'd really like for you to stay.
Frank Martin: I... I... I just don't
[she takes off her skirt]
Frank Martin: Yeah!
Frank Martin: [looks at bed] Stay?
Angelica: Yeah, with me? I mean you probably think I'm being slutty or something, but you're feeling bad and I'm feeling bad, and I'd really like for you to stay.
Frank Martin: I... I... I just don't
[she takes off her skirt]
Frank Martin: Yeah!
[Robin and Quinn are sailing at the inflatable boat]
Robin Monroe: So what's the deal with you and... uhm...
[Robin draws breasts in the air]
Quinn Harris: Angelica.
Robin Monroe: Yeah.
Quinn Harris: No deal. We're friends. She works at the hotel couple of months a year, we have some laughs... keep it simple.
Robin Monroe: Well, has it always been... simple, or has there ever been anyone complicated?
[Quinn gives Robin a nasty look]
Robin Monroe: That's a yes. Yes? How complicated? Scale from one to ten.
Quinn Harris: Twelve.
Robin Monroe: So what's the deal with you and... uhm...
[Robin draws breasts in the air]
Quinn Harris: Angelica.
Robin Monroe: Yeah.
Quinn Harris: No deal. We're friends. She works at the hotel couple of months a year, we have some laughs... keep it simple.
Robin Monroe: Well, has it always been... simple, or has there ever been anyone complicated?
[Quinn gives Robin a nasty look]
Robin Monroe: That's a yes. Yes? How complicated? Scale from one to ten.
Quinn Harris: Twelve.
