My friend Rawson points out his most-hated movie clichĂ©, one that’s due for a moratorium:

Jack continues mouth-to-mouth, but Lara shows no sign of coming around.

JACK

(desperate)

Breathe, damnit!

A beat, then Lara suddenly COUGHS back to life, spitting up a palm-full of water.

She looks around, disoriented. Then sees Jack looking down at her. Smiles.

Double negative points for saying something quippy after being revived.