Theresa: (nudging Brad) "Come on, Brad. Come on. You gotta keep moving."
Theresa: "There's nothing like a sleeping child. They're so innocent, so peaceful. Funny the things you think about when you get in a fix like this. I remember when my son Travis was around two. I took him to a new playground and I told him to stay off the slide. So, naturally he had to sneak over there and try it himself. He nearly fell off. He was hanging there, upside down. I could tell he hated having to be rescued. But he was glad I was there. I was actually thinking about making this my last flight. Maybe taking some nice work on the ground for a while."
Brad: "I'm tired of this. I just want to sleep."
Theresa: "No, you can't sleep. Hey. Look at that little girl. She's growing weaker by the hour, but she's fighting for her life every minute. Look at her. (nudging Brad) Look at that little girl. Think of how you'd feel if that were your kid."
Brad: "I just want to sleep."
Theresa: "You're scared."
Brad: "I'm not scared."
Theresa: "Yeah, you're terrified. You're afraid everyone will know you're scared."
Brad: "I said I'm not scared."
Theresa: "Yeah. Your whole life's based on proving how brave you are. You'd rather die than let anyone know you're weak."
Brad: "Shut up."
Theresa: "Prove me wrong, then, huh. Prove me wrong. (punching Brad's back) I'll survive because I'm not a quitter like you."
