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Skye: Oh.
Jax: Whoa.
Skye: I'm glad I caught you, our plan is in trouble.
Jax: You know what? You're out of luck because I have to go.
Skye: No, you don't understand. Edward has brought in Sonny. Now, they're planning...
Jax: Stop, ok?! No more Sonny. I'm sick to death of the name and everything associated with it, do you understand that?!
Skye: If your feelings about Sonny, whose name I won't mention again, are so strong, how can you refuse to help me?
Jax: It's amazing how you do that.
Skye: Do what?
Jax: How you take somebody else's feelings and then twist it all around to serve you.
Skye: Hey, I'm not the only one invested in this, ok? Edward was backed into a corner, he got you-know-who involved, whose goons are now out looking for Janine.
Jax: So fix it.
Skye: I need your help. You're the one with all the leverage, all the corporate power.
Jax: You're the one who provoked Edward to start with. So, you call off Janine and Edward won't need Sonny. There, problem solved.
Skye: That's not going to accomplish what I want.
Jax: Oh, no, of course not. There's no retribution, is there? It doesn't actually get Edward. It doesn't make him pay for the psychic scars that you carry around like a badge of honor, the terrible fate of being sold from one privileged family to another.
Skye: Hey, you can't even begin to understand what I've been through!
Jax: Then don't ask me to. You have a solution, deal with it.
Skye: Why are you being so hostile?
Jax: Look, my jet is waiting, ok? I really have to go, excuse me.
Skye: Wait a minute, where are you going? How long are you going to be gone? There's an ELQ board meeting coming up, and if you can't help me, then maybe you can give me your proxy vote.
Jax: Yeah, right.
Skye: It's Carly, isn't it? She said something or did something that upset you, didn't she?
Jax: You know, I don't really want to hear Carly's name right now, either.
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Jax: I'm westbound at 2200, altitude, 3-3-1-8. No, no ETA, I think I might take the scenic route, air out my head a little bit. I'll radio in on my approach, Roger that.
[Skye groans]
Skye: Stop, you're making me sick.
[Skye groans]
Skye: I certainly hope you know how to land this thing.
Jax: What the hell do you think you're doing?!
Skye: Where are you going? What was so important that you couldn't finish our conversation?
Jax: You won't tell me? Fine! We're above the ocean, Skye. Let me show you.
Skye: Oh, oh, God. Jax, please.
Jax: You see? Tell me what I want to know, or you're going to experience a barrel roll.
Skye: Oh, I want your proxy.
Jax: For that you stowed away on my plane.
Skye: Yeah, well, I don't give up easily, in case you haven't noticed, especially when it's something I really want. So, unless you'd like me along for the entire ride, I suggest that you give up your voting rights and drop me at the nearest airport.
Jax: Sorry, you're along for the ride, for better or worse. I suggest you, you'd better buckle up.
Skye: Why? Oh, oh!
[Skye groans]
Skye: Can I, can I open my eyes now? Are you finished?
Jax: You can do anything you want, including strapping on a parachute if it makes you feel better.
Skye: Do you enjoy torturing me, huh? Is my company really that awful?
Jax: I'm not sure it qualifies as company when you show up uninvited. Here's a little insight, Skye, the best way to get something from me is to let me give it to you, ok?
Skye: Fine, bring it on! What are you doing?
Jax: We're landing.
Skye: Here? There's a swamp down there and what are those, those things on that little dirt path down there?
Jax: That little dirt path happens to be the only road within miles. And those things, are pigs.
Skye: Pigs? Where in God's name are you taking me?!
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