Sara: "Oh, Michael do you feel it?"

Michael: "Feel what, Sara?"

Sara: "The all consuming panic of…well of never finding a moment for MiSa!"

Michael: "What's a MiSa…I thought maybe you meant the fact that the ship is sinking."

Sara: "Who cares if the ship is sinking, we'll never have a chance to make Tanfield babies…don't you feel the panic in that?"

Michael: "Sara, right now I'm trying to think of a plan to… to… well I hate to sound like a broken record, but a plan to make all of this right just seems to fit...Hey wait, why is it Tanfield babies? Why not...Scocredi babies?"

Sara: (She ignores him completely) "A plan is just what we need, Michael you're a genius!"

Michael: (He gives Sara a well, duh look) "I think if we were to find some kind of weapon we could force our way onto a boat, maybe." (Smiles that little smile all of us ladies love).

Sara: "A weapon…you mean like this?" (Pulls a gun from under her skirt)

Michael: "Have you had that under there all this time?" (At Sara's nod) "Oh, thank God! I just thought you were happy to see me when I hugged you!"

Sara: "You thought I was a man?"

Michael: "Sara, we don't have time for this, this ship was supposed to take us to Panama to meet Linc and LJ…"

Sara: "Linc, Linc, Linc! All you ever think about is your hot brother! Should I be worried about this Michael? Are you maybe a bit disappointed it was just a gun under my skirt?"

(Sirens fill the air as the boat lurches and water gushes under the door of their room keeping him from giving her more than a look of disbelief)

Michael: "Come on, let's go!" (Grabs gun)

Sara: "Goodbye fantasy cruise…sigh!"

(A short while later...)

Michael: "Hurry, Sara, I can't hold this position much longer…I think I'm going to!"

Sara: "Ouch, why did you drop me?"

Michael: "Because your heels were digging into my shoulders and I probably have little finger nail moons on my scalp."

Sara: "I was trying to see what was on the buffet table. I'm hungry!"

Michael: "That's why you had to stand on my shoulders, to see food?"

Sara: "Sea food…Hahahahaha!! You're funny when you're not busy trying to escape from something."

Michael: "And you're….ah…cute when you're hungry. Now if we could just find a way off of this sinking boat…"

Sara: "I thought you had a plan? (Reaches over and lifts his shirt and peers at his tattoo) "Is there anything useful on this thing about boat safety?"

Michael: (Pushes shirt down and grabs her hand) "Come on, let's look for a boat and get off of this ship!"

(They head out to the front of the ship and are making their way to a boat when T-bag grabs Sara and presses his fake hand tightly to her throat.)

T-Bag: "Don't make me use this…I will."

Michael: "A fake hand? What are you going to do with a fake hand?"

T-Bag: (He looks at fake hand) "Damn it! I dropped my knife again! Fine, pretty take her..."

Michael: "There's no time for that…we have to get off of this ship, it's sinking!" (He grabs Sara's hand and drags her along).

Sara: (Looks behind her at T-bag). "Come on, Little Buddy!" (At Michael's intense look) "What? I've always wanted to say that!"

(T-bag catches up and the three continued on their way to the life boat in hopes of escaping the TightPanic.)