#4. Bargain&Gain
JACK: What, are you selling those?
MARLA: Yes, I'm selling some clothes.
MARLA: So, we each have three -- that's six. What about the seventh day? I want ascending bowel cancer.
JACK: The girl had done her homework.
JACK: No. No. I want ascending bowel cancer.
MARLA: That's your favorite, too? Tried to slip it by me, eh?
JACK: Look, we gonna split it, OK? Take the first and third Sunday of the month.
MARLA: Deal.
MARLA: Looks like this is goodbye.
JACK: Let's not make a big thing out of it.
MARLA: How's this for not making a big thing?
JACK: Hey, Marla! Marla! Maybe we should exchange numbers?
MARLA: Should we?
JACK: We might wanna switch nights.
MARLA: OK.
JACK: This is how I met Marla Singer. Marla's philosophy of life was she might die at every moment. The tragedy, she said, that she didn't.
MARLA: It doesn't have your name. Who are you? Cornelius? Rupert? Travis? Any of the stupid names you give each night
JACK: You wake up at SeaTac. SFO. LAX.
You wake up at O'Hare. Dallas Forth Worth. BWI. Pacific. Mountain. Central. Lose an hour. Gain an hour.
ATTENDANT: The check-in for that flight isn't begin for another two hours. This is your life, and it's ending one minute at a time.
JACK: You wake up at Air Harbor International.
JACK: If you wake up at a different time and at a different place, could you wake up as a different person?
JACK: Everywhere I travel, tiny life. Single-serving sugar, single-serving cream, single pat of butter. The Microwave Cordon Bleu hobby kit.
JACK: Shampoo/conditioner combos. Sample-package mouthwash. Tiny bars of soap.
JACK: The people I meet on each flight, they're single-serving friends. Between take-off and landing, we have our time together. That's all we get.
PEOPLE; Welcome!
JACK: On a long enough time line, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero.
JACK: I was a recall coordinator. My job was to apply the formula.
TECHNICIAN #1: Here's where the infant went through the windshield. Three points.
JACK: A new car built by my company leaves somewhere traveling at 60 miles per hour. The rear differential locks up.
TECHNICIAN #2: The teenager's braces are stuck to the ashtray. Might make a good anti-smoking ad.
JACK: The car crashes and burns with everyone trapped inside. Now, should we initiate a recall?
TECHNICIAN #1: The father must've been huge. See how the fat burnt into the driver's seat with his polyester shirt? Very modern art.
JACK: Take the number of vehicles in the field, A. Multiply it by the probable rate of failure, B. Then multiply the result by the average out-of-court settlement, C. A times B times C equals X...
JACK: If X is less than the cost of a recall, we don't do one.
BUSINESS WOMAN: Are there a lot of these kinds of accidents?
JACK: Oh, you wouldn't believe.
BUSINESS WOMAN: Which car company do you work for?
JACK: A major one.
JACK: Every time the plane banked too sharply on take-off or landing, I prayed for a crash, or a mid-air collision -- anything.
JACK: Life insurance pays off triple if you die on a business trip.
