[grass-hut anchorman tapping out a message]
[is suddenly handed breaking-news drumsticks]
[starts drumming about, presumably, the airplane]
[keeps at it while turning to gaze into Camera Two]
Listen, kid. I’ve been hearing that crap ever since I was at UCLA. I’m out there busting my buns every night! Tell your old man to drag Walton and Lanier up and down the court for 48 minutes.
Just a FYI. Airplane is current showing on BBC America. 6:00 to 8:00 PM
By the way, is there anyone on board who knows how to fly a plane?
< panics >
< watches breasts shake of woman one seat over >
“I don’t know where I’ll be then, Doc,” he said, “but I won’t smell too good, that’s for sure.”
He’ll never bring it down in this soup. Never! Not one chance in a million.
I want every light you’ve got poured on to that field!
(Removes sunglasses, revealing a second pair of sunglasses)
(Dashboard Jesus cringes)
Kramer : Alright, Striker, you’re doing just fine.
Striker (to Elaine) : It’s a damn good thing he doesn’t know how much I hate his guts.
Elaine (into radio): It’s a damn good thing you don’t know how much he hates your guts.
I am serious… and don’t call me Shirley.
“Excuse me sir, are you a doctor?”
(Man wearing stethoscope for no apparent reason) “That’s right.”
“Excuse me. We’d like you to have this flower.” OOF!
“Excuse me, sir. Would you…”
“A message from Reverend Moon…” Slug
“Jews for Jesus” Punch
Yes, I remember, I had lasagna.
Well, I’ll give this thread another twenty minutes, but that’s it!
Not a line but where the airplane service guy checks the planes oil and the pilot pays with a credit card.
And the guy (Jimmie Walker!) tries to push the hood shut, then sits on it and falls down to the tarmac.
“Ohh… it’s my stomach. I haven’t felt this awful since we saw that Ronald Reagan film.”