Ms. BoxJam: Well, the guy can tow us in about eight minutes

BoxJam: Eight minutes?! That's great! Why don't you just kill us now?!

Ms. BoxJam: Well, you could call him back on the phone in this hotel...

BoxJam: Forget it. We're doomed. Doomed!

Ms. BoxJam: Oh, I'm sure we'll make it...

BoxJam: That sounded confident! Are you and the kids plotting behind my back? You're going to eat me, aren't you!?

Ms. BoxJam: Eat you?

BoxJam: That's it, isn't it? We're stranded; let's eat Dad!!

Ms. BoxJam (thinking): We really need to stop watching 'Survivor'...