Welcome back to the Cage. Come on in, the water’s fine.

I mean, the swimming pool is empty except for a little girl having a tea party with a serial murderer, but it’s really more an expression, anyway. This is an audio medium, so there’s no water ever, really--just in your imagination, and if you're anything like us, you're imagining that imaginary water glistening in the sun on the golden brow of Nicolas Cage.

It's Con Air (1997).

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