Bella:
So lets say
my bad luck did crash the plane.
What
exaclty were you going to do about it?
Edward:
Why is the plane
crashing?
Bella:
The pilots are passed out
drunk
Edward:
Easy. I'd fly the
plane
Bella:
Both engines have exploded and we're
falling
in a death spiral toward the earth.
Edward:
I'd wait till we were close enough to
the
ground, get a good grip on you, kick out the wall,
and jump. Then I'd run you back to the scene of
the accident, and we'd stumble around like the
two luckiest survivors in history.
