Wasn’t it
“This is a completely different kind of flying, altogether!”
Shit! This is a goddamn waste of time! There’s no way he can land this plane!
The second pair of sunglasses.
not to mention how old one has to be to get the “Radar range” reference.
“No, we can’t do that, the risk of a flame-out is too great. Keep 'em at 24,000. No, feet.”
Most of the jokes are pretty timeless, but that is one that really dates the movie. Of course the thing that really dates Airplane! are the disco jokes.
“WZAZ, where disco lives forever!”
And I always thought it was odd that he was wearing a leather bomber jacket. Why? Odd choice.
Then I find out the same character in Zero Hour! is wearing pretty much the same jacket. It still makes no sense, but it’s consistent!
[propeller noises even though it’s a jet aircraft]
It is no differnt than riding a bicycle…
You know the rest.
Whatta pisser!
Fun fact, I know one of the orderlies who puts Ethal Merman back to bed. He’s an old retired marine with the unfortunate tattoo that says “retirred” on his shoulder.
A quick reference check shows you are correct. My mistake. 
How about the background when they’re driving, which gets really fast, and then switches over to an old Western movie?
“WZAZ, Chicago, where disco lives forever!” and then the plane mows down the station’s antenna.
See just eight posts earlier.
It was a rough place - the seediest dive on the wharf. Populated with every reject and cutthroat from Bombay to Calcutta. It’s worse than Detroit.
Stabbed in the back dance moves.
That’s when I developed my drinking problem.
The Budweiser Beer truck and the cement mixer in the stream of rescue vehicles going to the airport.
“My orders came through. My squadron ships out tomorrow. We’re bombing the storage depots at Daiquiri at 1800 hours. We’re coming in from the north, below their radar.”
“When will you be back?”
“I can’t tell you that. It’s classified.”
All right, Striker, you listen, and listen close. Flying a plane is no different from riding a bicycle; it’s just a lot harder to put baseball cards in the spokes.
“No, not a ‘buh,’ a bomb!”