Flight 29 Down

"Taylor: Ack!"

"Jackson: Hey! It's me!"

"Taylor: Why were you sneaking up on me?"

"Jackson: I'm not. I was actually here first."

"Taylor: Oh. What are you doing?"

"Jackson: just...uh...getting some space. Why, what are you doing?"

"Taylor: I have no idea. I don't. I think I drowned this."

"Jackson: Oh. Let me see it."

"Taylor: Is it broken?"

"Jackson: No. I'm sure it's fine."

"Taylor: I'm gonna hear so much grief for this."

"Jackson: Daley's not cutting you any slack, is she?"

"Taylor: You wanna know the worst part? I don't even blame her anymore. I am messing up. And I'm trying, I really am, I'm just...failing."

"Jackson: All you can do is be yourself, and if Daley can't deal with that, that's her problem."

"Taylor: That's easy for you, isn't it? I'm not criticizing, but, it's easy to be yourself when nobody really knows who you are."

"Jackson: Okay. I'll let you know something about me."

"Taylor: (as Jackson pulls a guitar out of the bushes) I was wondering where that went. Is it yours?"

"Jackson: No, I think it's the pilot's."

"Taylor: I play too, you know."

"Jackson: Guitar?"

"Taylor: No. Cello."

"Jackson: Really? That's...um...different."

"Taylor: well, I'm really good. Are you?"

"Jackson (starts playing.) I'm a stranger in a strange land. And I'm a million miles from my home. And...That's all I've got."

"Taylor: Did you write that? Jackson! you are...so full of surprises!"

"Eric: Chillo-what?"

"Melissa: Isn't it great that Taylor thought up this Chilly-weenie thing?"

"Jackson: Holidays. I don't know what it is, but they really bring out the best in people...or the worst...or both."

"Taylor: Look, everyone here is good at something. Nathan's eager and strong.Daley's perfect...sort of. Lex is a genius. Melissa keeps us all together. Eric's a rat, but he's good at it. You're like some kind of Yoda. And...then there's me. I don't have a whole lot to offer."

"Jackson: You know that's not true."

"Taylor: It is. But, there is something I'm good at. I know how to throw a party and have fun. And that's just what I'm gonna do."

"Jackson: Chilla-what is it again?"

"Taylor: Ween. Chill-o-WEEN."

"Melissa: (in tears) If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't be here."

"Jackson: Mel, it was my choice to come here. And besides, if I knew then what I know now, I'd still be here. (Pause.) Although, I'll pass on drinking the bad water."