Carey Lowell

This is the third world, Jack. It's not that easy.

That's always bothered me about the third world. I can never figure out where the other two worlds were.

Come on, Philadelphia, stay here. Have a decent job. Work for me. I might even pay you.

Yeah, but Toby and the others are sailing on to Martinique on Saturday. I'm meant to be going with them.

Darling, darling, darling, darling, forget Toby. The man is the wamp of a snow pea.