Alexa Woods: There’s no room for sick men on this expedition.
Charles Weyland: My doctors tell me the worst is behind me.
Alexa: You’re not a very good liar, Mr. Weyland. Stay on the ship. We’ll update you at the top of every hour. When you get sick, you think about your life and how you’re gonna be remembered.
Weyland: You know what will happen when I go? Ten per cent fall in share prices. Maybe 12. That’s it.
Alexa: I’ve heard this speech before. My dad broke his leg 700ft from the summit of Mount Rainier. He was like you. He wouldn’t go back or let us stop. We reached the top, and he opened a bottle of champagne. I had my first drink with my dad at 14,400ft. On the way down, he developed a blood clot in his leg that traveled to his lung. He suffered for four hours before dying 20 minutes from the base.
Weyland: You think that’s the last thing your dad remembers? The pain? Or drinking champagne with his daughter 14,000ft in the air? I need this.

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