Edward: I wasn't about to send you off alone. With your luck, not even the black box would survive.
Bella: So let's say my bad luck did crash the plane. What exactly were you going to do about it?
Edward: Why is the plane crashing?
Bella: The pilots are passed out drunk.
Edward: Easy. I'd fly the plane.
Bella: Both engines have exploded and we're falling in a death spiral toward the earth.
Edward: I'd wait till we were close enough to the ground, get a good grip on you, kick out the wall, and jump. Then I'd run you back to the scene of the accident, and we'd stumble around like the two luckiest survivors in history.