Seven thirty-three and I can’t stand it.
Seven thirty-four! And I land it!
737 jets grounded
738
Seven-thirty-nine, and feelin’ fine!
740
741
740
It appears we’re somewhat out of order.
What, oh what, will we do?
I know; I shall just continue,
With this number: seven-forty two.
Ooh. I was going down. Sorry.
743
No problem. Let’s continue.
745
- Ha!.
I gotta admit, you flew away with that one. 
749
- Nyah!
751 in the sun.