Six Days Seven Nights

Robin: "You're here."
Quinn: "I decided my life is too simple, I wanna complicate the hell out of it."

"I've had just about as much vacation as I can stand."

Robin: "So what's the deal with you and... uhm..."
Quinn: "Angelica."
Robin: "Yeah."
Quinn: "No deal. We're friends. She works at the hotel couple of months a year, we have some laughs... keep it simple."
Robin: "Well, has it always been... simple, or has there ever been anyone complicated? [Quinn gives Robin a nasty look] That's a yes. Yes? How complicated? Scale from one to ten."
Quinn: "Twelve."

Robin: "You still look good."
Quinn: "I still AM good."

"This is not a good island for airplanes."

Quinn: "What's that you're taking?"
Robin: "Xanax. My doctor prescribed them for situations of tension, and I think this qualifies."
Quinn: "Give me a couple."
Robin: "You just drive."

Quinn: "You know how a woman gets a man excited?"
Robin: "Yes, how?"
Quinn: "She shows up. That's it. We're guys, we're easy. Of course for that you can't charge six bucks an issue, now can you?"

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."