Turbulence
1997/I
Ryan Weaver: You are a convicted inmate on death row. What five albums would you pick?
Ryan Weaver: That's it. I'm never flying this airline again!
(Teri takes the drink orders) Ryan Weaver: I'll have the complimentary champagne. Marshal Marty Douglas: Like hell you will! Ryan Weaver: Okay, I'll have a Bloody Mary. Marshal Marty Douglas: Weaver! Ryan Weaver: Hold the vodka, the celery and the Tabasco. Teri Halloran: If you wanted a tomato juice, why didn't you just say so?
Betty: I dated a criminal once. Teri Halloran: Only once? Betty: He owned a used car lot. They busted him for turning back the odometers. Teri Halloran: How could you trust someone like that? Betty: I figured I did the same thing when I told him I was 21.
Rachel Taper: We need you to program the autopilot so it can vector you around the storm front ahead. You've got a level 6 storm. Teri Halloran: Is that a 6 on a scale from 1 to 10? Rachel Taper: No, Teri... on a scale of 1 to 6.
Sinclair: Wait a minute, wait a minute. You've got a 747 beat to hell by level 6 turbulence, your flight crew is dead, you've got an armed convicted serial killer loose on board, eight passengers have disappeared, and your stewardess is locked in the goddamned cockpit. Have I left anything out? Controller: You forgot about the truck. (it's stuck to the landing gear)
Ryan Weaver: You're not going to kill me. You can't kill me, 'cause you don't believe in capital punishment. Teri Halloran: I changed my mind!
Sinclair: How's a fucking stewardess going to land the plane? Rachel Taper: She's a flight attendant!
Ryan Weaver: Say your prayers.
Maggie: What would you like to drink? Kip: Heineken. Maggie: (thinks for a second and hands the underage passenger a carton of milk. He grunts) Merry Christmas!
Ryan Weaver: I know it's meaningless to mention. But a detective planted the evidence that convicted me. Marshal Marty Douglas: You're innocent. Ryan Weaver: Yes, I am. Marshal Marty Douglas: Duly noted. (opens a book titled "The Inner Guide Meditation") Ryan Weaver: Are you married? Marshal Marty Douglas: Yeah, but I don't wear rings. I don't like jewelry. Ryan Weaver: You don't have to defend yourself to me. Was that a tough sell to your wife? The "I don't like wearing jewelry" bit? Marshal Marty Douglas: Weaver, I know you'd like to entertain yourself by engaging me in a challenging conversation. But, I like to read on a plane. Ryan Weaver: Okay. Duly noted.
Rachel Taper: Ok, she's cleared the buildings. There's just one small problem... Lt Aldo Hines: I think it's a ford... (stuck to the landing gear)