Jordan Tate: So, who are you? Are you like some special forces guy or something?
Casey Ryback: No, I'm just a cook.
Jordan Tate: A cook?
Casey Ryback: Just a lowly, lowly cook.
Jordan Tate: Oh my god, we're gonna die.
Jordan Tate: You're not a cook.
Casey Ryback: Yeah, well... I also cook.
Casey Ryback: Al right, who are you and what are you doing here?
Jordan Tate: My name is Jordan Tate. I'm Miss July '89. I was hired to jump out of the cake, but I got really airsick on the way over here so this guy gave me these pills and I don't know what happened, and I guess I fell asleep.
Casey Ryback: What kind of babbling bullshit is this?
Jordan Tate: I told you I don't like guns.
Casey Ryback: I know. Neither do I.
Casey Ryback: I'll tell you what. I'll carry everything if you kill whoever we run into, all right?
Jordan Tate: I have a little rule about killing people. Well, actually I have two rules. See, one: I don't date musicians, and two: I do not kill people, okay?
Casey Ryback: I'm thrilled to death to hear that, yeah. But it leaves a lot of open territory.
