Frank: You thought it was me gnawing on the passengers? Nah, I'm a vegetarian.
Paul Judd: Two in the chest, one in the balls. That's whay I say.
Frank: Excuse me, miss. I'll take a rum coke please. Rude me, make that two.
Megan: [Truman shows the handcuffs so Megan would know Frank is a prisoner] Right, how about a coke?
Frank: If a little bit bacardi would find its way in there. It would be our little secret, huh.
Megan: Anything for you mister...
Truman: Burrows, Truman. But no thank you.
Frank: And I'm Frank. Frank Lee Strathmore. It's a name with a rich tradition, my family...
Truman: She doesn't need to hear your family history, Frank.
Frank: [to Megan] Look, I don't expect to be tied up long. Just a couple of parking ticket kinda things, really. I mean, how about if you and I meet at the Eiffel Tower around midnight?
Truman: [to Megan] I'm sorry to disappoint you but Frank here, he's gonna be a little busy.
Megan: That's okay. Truman, if you guys need anything let me know.
Truman: Thank you.
Megan: Okay.
Frank: [Megan leaves] Truman? Truman? That pretty well does it for me. Look if you play your cards right, she could be cuffing you later.
Truman: You're gonna shut up and drink your coke.
Frank: You know you got the wrong man?
Truman: Yeah, that's why Interpol has your face all over the Internet.
Frank: It's a classic case of mistaken identity.
Truman: Yeah.
Frank: Hey, hey. Burrows, you can't treat me like this. I'm not guilty. It's not fair, bouncing me over the world to stand trial here and there for something I did not do. I'm not guilty. I'm not guilty, I have a clear conscience. I'm not guilty.
Truman: Yeah.
Frank: What is it going to take to convince you that I'm innocent.
Truman: An act of god. Now shut up before I make you eat that flotation device you're sitting on.
Frank: [about the shaking of the plane] Maybe this little diversion will keep my mind of your tasteless cheap suit.
Truman: Would you feel better if I was in a bitch ass orange jumpsuit, like the one you're gonna be wearing for the rest of your life.
Frank: There you go getting nasty again. While I'm nearly offering a criticism on that citorial horrorshow you call a suit. However I do like the shirt, does it come in men style? And for your information, the jumpsuits in France are some sort of burgundy, yeah.
Truman: Well you should look nice in that colour. And I know a colour corsage to get you when Big Pierre makes you his wife.
Frank: Someone sounds a wee bit jealous.
Truman: Yeah.
Megan: Are you guys okay?
Frank: I'm fine. But do you think we could move up to business class, I mean the plane's really empty and...
Truman: He's kidding, we're fine.
Megan: Okay.
Frank: [Megan leaves] Hey, I'm trying to help you out here. She wants you. Make your move. Go boy, go.
Frank: Come on, Burrows. I need to go to the sandbox.
Truman: What?
Frank: I gotta pee.
Truman: No, you heard the PA. Sit down and hold it.
Frank: Fine. Oh, if you should happen to feel something warm, just move a little to the right.
Truman: You're like a five year old. Come on, let's go.
Frank: [after saving Megan] You alright? no bites?
Megan: But we thought... we thought...
Frank: What? That it was me gnawing on the passengers? Nah, I'm a vegetarian.
Frank: Statistically speaking, the tail section is the safest place to be in in a crash...
Truman: Frank, not now!
Paul Judd: [about Frank's barricade] He did that? Busy little beaver.
Truman: Alright, we need to find everything that can be used as a weapon.
Megan: Does anyone have anything sharp?
Frank: Oh, they confiscated my toenail clipper. Pearl handled. It was quite lovely.
Truman: Damn Frank, you should've brought those. Could've saved the day.
Frank: You never know.
Paul Judd: [about Frank] Where did you find him?
Long Shot: [before opening the plane's door] Is that you Bennett? Shit. Come on mothefucker. I wanna make sure you keep that shitty little grin on your face. All the way to hell!
Frank: [being attacked by a zombie old woman with no teeth] She's gumming me to death.
Frank: [Frank volunteered himself to fly the plane] Where's the autopilot?
Truman: I don't know. You're asking me, Frank?
Frank: This is different. This is different. Don't yell at me!
Truman: I'm not yelling!

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