Douglas: So, Arthur; have I got this right; You had a conversation with Martin - MARTIN - about all the things that can kill him - KILL HIM - in Cairns - CAIRNS - our next destination?
Arthur: Yes.
Douglas: Did you at any point consider how wrong that would - very likely - go?
Arthur: I thought it'd be interesting! But then Skip went all pale... and shaky... and fainted.
Douglas: [Sarcastically] Truly amazing Arthur.
Martin: Wha-What happened...?
Douglas: You fainted while Arthur was giving you a lecture about the dangers of Cairns.
Martin: (Groans) I'm not going.
Douglas: Oh, come on Martin; what's the worst that could happen?
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Martin: Well...?
Douglas: It was hardly my fault you slipped on a mango!
Martin: Then?
Douglas ... Fell into a pile of stinging plants...
Martin: Next?
Douglas: ... Sliced your leg on a plant...
Martin: And then?
Douglas: ... Fell off the boardwalk as you staggered back, landing on a jelly fish...
Martin: And then?
Douglas: ... Got stung by said jelly fish...
Martin: And finally?
Douglas: ... Got chased by a crocodile.
Martin: All because you said those six magic little words that make everything go wrong; 'What's the worst that could happen?' And now?
Douglas: We're in A&E, you're getting six stitches in your leg and antiseptic creams for the stings from the plant and the jelly fish... You're correct, I suppose; I'm sorry, Martin.
Martin: Thank you.
Arthur: It could have been worse skip; you could have been eaten by the crocodile...
Martin and Douglas: ARTHUR!
Arthur: What?