Quotes

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Connie: How the hell did this happen? Dewey: It just got away from me. Connie: It got away from you? It's a train, Dewey, not a chipmunk! Dewey: I had to leave the cab to throw a switch. Connie: You left the cab?! Gileece: Yeah, and it gets worse. The air brakes weren't tied on. They aren't tied on, still. Connie: We've got an unmanned train rolling into opposing traffic with no air brakes?! Is that what you're telling me? Dewey: I set the independent brake. That'll for sure stop it. Connie: How fast is it going? Dewey: No more than 10 miles per. Connie: Okay, jump on the high rail and go after it.

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Will: Are you 100% sure that de-railer won't work? Frank: Yes. 100%? No. Will: Well, which one is it? Frank: [pauses] 50-50. Will: Very funny. And if it does? Frank: If it does, then...we're a wreck on a wreck.

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Will: What's the fastest you've taken a single engine like this? Frank: Unattached? Will: Yeah. Frank: 50, 55. Of course, I was going forward.

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Frank: What did you say your wife's first name was? Will: Darcy. Frank: So, what was the long story you didn't want to make long? Will: I come home from work two weeks ago, and she's, uh... she's texting on the phone. I ask her who it is, she says "Nobody." So I said "Let me see the phone." She says no. This goes on, I dunno, five or six times... Frank: Wait, wait. You're losing me. She's texting? Will: There's this guy we both went to school with. He's a cop, he's a PA State Trooper. And he's always had a thing for Darcy. Going way back. Connie: [calling over the radio] 1206, where are you? Frank: 1206 here, Connie. We're just passing milepost 57. Connie: You're about a mile and a half behind. Frank: How far out of Arklow is 777? Connie: Seven and a half miles. It picked up speed. You better step on it. Frank: I'm stepping on it, in it, around it, and through it, Connie. Thank you. Over. Will: She's texting on the phone, I keep on asking for it, she keeps on saying no. And, um... she

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Connie: [walking up to Frank and Will] Sir, I was wondering if you could help me? Frank: Connie? Connie: I can't decide which I one of you I'm going to kiss first. Frank: Me. Will: Problem solved. Go get 'em, Connie. Connie: All right, bring it on.