Robin Monroe

— 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?

— 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.

— If you were half a pilot... we wouldn't be on this island!
— I am the best goddam pilot you're ever gonna meet!
— Huh! I've flown with you twice. You've crashed half the time! And there is nothing wrong with my tits!

— 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.

— Oh, my God! Now what?
— We go on three. One, two...
— I can't! You go. Save yourself.
— I'm sorry.
— For kissing me?
— No. For this.

— What's the deal here?
— Deal?
— With us.
— What do you mean?
— You know what I mean. Was what happened on that island anything? Or was it just something that happens to two people... when they're alone on an island together?
— It was something.
— Something?
— Yeah.
— So... now what?
— Look, I'm... I'm pretty set in my ways, and... you got all kinds of possibilities. You deserve someone... fresher.
— Don't you think that's up to me to decide?
— Let's be smart about this. You're not gonna move out here and become my copilot. And I'm not gonna go to New York and be your receptionist, so... Where does that leave us?
— I don't know. I guess it leaves us nowhere.
— So let's not complicate things.
— Oh, I forgot you like things simple.
— Right.

— Why... Why did you get off the plane?
— Wh-Why didn't you... Why did you come here?
— I've decided my life is too simple.
— It is?
— Yeah. I w... I want to c-complicate the hell out of it.
— So, uh, where are we goin'?
— Um, your place is in New York, right?
— Uh-huh.
— I don't think I can wait that long. How 'bout my place?
— Oh, yeah. Your little house on the beach.
— More like a shack, actually.
— A shack.
— It's, uh... It's not much.
— Uh-huh. You do have a bed, don't you?
— Are you gonna be this fussy about everything?