Six Days Seven Nights

Quinn: "They come here looking for the magic, hoping to find romance, when they can't find it anywhere else."
Robin: "Maybe they will."
Quinn: "It's an island, babe. If you didn't bring it here, you won't find it here."

Quinn: "You deserve someone... fresher."
Robin: "Isn't that up to me to decide?"
Quinn: "Let's be reasonable about this. You're not gonna come down here and be my co-pilot and I'm not gonna go to New York and be your receptionist. Let's not complicate things."
Robin: "Oh, I forgot, you like things simple."
Quinn: "Yeah."

Robin: "I am so scared."
Quinn: "If it makes you feel any better, I'm a little scared myself."
Robin: "Uh, no. No, that does not make me feel better."
Quinn: "I thought that's what women wanted."
Robin: "What?"
Quinn: "Men who weren't afraid to cry, who were in touch with their feminine side."
Robin: "No, not when they're being chased by pirates, they like 'em mean and armed!"

Robin: "Ever since we've been here you've been so confident."
Quinn: "Well I'm the captain. That's my job. It's no good for me to go waving my arms in the air and screaming 'Oh shit, we're gonna die!' That doesn't invoke much confidence, does it?"

Quinn: "I am the best god damned pilot you'll ever meet!"
Robin: "I've flown with you twice and you've crashed half the time."

Robin: "What are you looking at?"
Quinn: "Nothing."
Robin: "Something."
Quinn: "Nothing."
Robin: "Oh, don't give me that, you were ogling."
Quinn: "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: "No, I like people looking... just not you."
Quinn: "If it makes you feel any better you're not my type."
Robin: "Oh good, why?"
Quinn: "Why?"
Robin: "Yeah, you know, I'm making conversation. Why?"
Quinn: "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: "Hey, you wanna know why you're not my type?"
Quinn: "Nope."

Angelica: "Quinny, look what I got,"
Quinn: "What's that, baby?"
Angelica: "It's a bathing suit, silly."
Frank: "I thought it was an eye patch."

Robin: "Whoa. What happened?"
Quinn: "It crumpled the landing gear when we hit."
Robin: "Well, aren't you gonna fix it? I mean can't we, can't we reattach it somehow?"
Quinn: "Sure, we'll, like, glue it back on."
Robin: "Aren't you one of those guys?"
Quinn: "What guys?"
Robin: "Those guy guys, you know, those guys with skills."
Quinn: "Skills?"
Robin: "Yeah. You send them into the wilderness with a pocket knife and a Q-tip and they build you a shopping mall. You can't do that?"
Quinn: "No, I can't do that, but I can do this [pops finger out of the side of his mouth] ...does that help?"