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: We say that the hour of death cannot be forecast. But when we say this, we imagine that the hour is placed in an obscure and distant future. It never occurs to us that it has any connection with the day already begun, or that death could arrive this same afternoon - this afternoon which is so certain, and which has every hour filled in advance.
: I never thought anything could look worse than my yearbook photo... George
: How do you think I feel having to look at you all the time?
: [describing his premonition
] I saw it. Like, I don't know I just saw it. I saw it on the runway, I saw it take off. I saw out my window. I saw the ground. And-and the cabin starts to shake, right? And the left side blows up and the whole plane just explodes! And it was so real, just how everything happens, you know? Tod Waggner
: You've been on a lot of planes that blew up? Val Lewton
: You must have fallen asleep.
: [mocking Alex
] The plane, it's gonna blow up. It's gonna blow up! Tod Waggner
: Hey, fuck you, Horton, okay? Fuck you! Val Lewton
: Tod! Alex Browning
: The only trip you're taking is to the fucking *hospital*!
[He attacks Carter and they start to fight
: Alex. Let's go take a shit. Alex Browning
: Take a shit by yourself. Tod Waggner
: No, dude. Listen okay. Listen. Take some knowledge. We're about to board a seven-hour flight. The toilets in coach are barely ventilated closets. Alright, if that. Now lets say half way through the flight, right, your body wants that airplane food out. You got to go torque a wicked cable. Then directly after you, walks in Christa or Blake.
[Alex and Tod look at Christa and Blake, who are sitting down reading magazines
] Tod Waggner
: You want them to associate you with that watery sting in their eye? That reflexive gag at the back of their throat?