Quinn: "How do you want it?"
Robin: "Excuse me?"
Quinn: "Do you want it sugar-coated, or right between the eyes?"
Robin: "You Pick."
Quinn: "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: "That was sugar-coated."