My friend Rawson points out his most-hated movie cliché, 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.