Quinn Harrisis a passenger-averse and rude-behaved loan pilot. He has a simple life. He easily lives on that old plane that is not afraid of any weather. He lived the life he wanted until he met Ropin Monroe, a mean and unruly New York magazine reporter. While Ropin and her new fiancé were enjoying their vacation in Anhei, they were actually sent to work in Tahiti by their supervisor. In order to complete the task, Ropin Monroe hired Quinn Harris, a freighter driver who was also on vacation at the time, and asked him to Drive her to the work site. Unexpectedly, there was a storm on the way, and they made an emergency landing on a deserted island. They had nothing to do but wait for rescue. Unexpectedly, this seemingly unpopulated island is unexpectedly a stronghold of pirates. In addition to working hard to survive, they also have to avoid the pursuit of pirates.
Six Days Seven Nights movie plot
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Extended Reading
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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!
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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.