Arnold Schwarzenegger and Scarlett Johansson are stuck in Flooded Subway Tunnel and forced to have a deep conversation.

Here's their conversation:

"This whole situation, it's like the Austrian Alps after a spring thaw. We gotta adapt, girlie," Arnold grunted, flexing his bicep reflexively.

Scarlett sighed, pushing a stray strand of wet hair from her face. "Easy for you to say, Mr. Universe. You can probably swim through concrete."

"Nah, but I can see the irony. We’re buried alive in a system built to connect us," Arnold chuckled dryly.

"It's like celebrity, Arnold. Supposed to bring people together, but often it just isolates you," Scarlett mused, staring into the murky water.

"Exactly! The machine is only as good as the operator. We gotta find the control panel, the exit," he declared with conviction.

"Maybe the exit isn't physical, Arnold. Maybe it's about finding something real in all this manufactured chaos," Scarlett whispered thoughtfully.

"Real? Like pumping iron is real. Like facing down a Predator is real. We need action, not philosophy," Arnold retorted.

"But what if the real action is understanding why we're even here in the first place? Not just surviving, but living," Scarlett countered, her eyes meeting his.

"Living? Living is crushing your enemies, seeing them driven before you, and hearing the lamentations of their women... and then getting out of this damn tunnel!" Arnold bellowed, his voice echoing.

"Well, maybe after we escape, we can debate Nietzsche over a martini, Arnold. First, let's find that control panel," Scarlett said with a wry smile, finally seeing a glimmer of hope in his pragmatism.