[the plane is about to crash]
Guerrero: I think this could be it. In which case, I got some things I need to confess.
Winston: No. Oh, no. Hell, no!
Guerrero: Dude, that's not cool, man.
Winston: I don't give a flying Fig Newton if we are about to die. I'm not gonna spend the last minutes of my life listening to all the heinous, repugnant stuff you've done! And furthermore, I know a lot more about your amoral ass than you think I do. What do you think I do in this company? What do you think, I'm a night watchman or something? Yeah, the fire at the orphanage. Yeah, I know about that. The nun in Montreal - I know about that too. Well, see, I've already got a head that's a stopped-up toilet full of Guerrero as it is. There's no vacancy. No room at the inn. Lot full, no waiting. So if you start with this confession, I swear either me or you are gonna be the next thing to get out of this plane. All right, do you wanna test me? Go ahead. Go ahead, say one word. One word...
Alberto: Senor! Senor!
[he just saved the plane]
Guerrero: [to Winston] Just for the record... I think you could've handled that a little better.