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!
Quinn (waking up half-drunk): "What the hell did you do? You wasted our only flare to shoot the damn palm tree?"
Robin: "If you don't offend me, I definitely won't shoot the signal to the tree. I'm sending the signal to that damn plane."
Quinn: "What the hell is the plane?"
Robin (the airliner pointing in the air): "That damn plane."
Quinn: "That's a commercial flight! It's flying at 600 miles per hour, and it's 5 miles high. They can't even see the nuclear explosion, let alone the flare!"
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