Yeah, and I’ve been hearing that crap ever since I was at UCLA!
By the way, is there anyone on board who knows how to fly a plane?
Let me start from the beginning. Wait, there is no time. Lemme sumup.
looks around
Am I in the wrong thread again???
Buttercup is marrying Humperdinck in a little less than half an hour, so all we have to do is get in, break up the wedding, steal the Princess, make our escape after I kill Count Rugen.
Oh, and give me Ham on five, hold the Mayo.
Do you know what it’s like to fall in the mud and get kicked… in the head… by an iron boot? Of course you don’t, no one does. It never happens. Sorry Ted. It’s a dumb question… skip that.
Excuse me, but would you like chicken or the fish?
Rumack: What was it we had for dinner tonight?
Elaine Dickinson: Well, we had a choice of steak or fish.
Rumack: Yes, yes, I remember, I had lasagna.
I’ll have the lasagna.
Gotta love the Nun reading ‘Boy’s Life’ and the boy reading ‘Nun’s Life’ magazines.
But Jim never has a second cup of coffee at home. 
“We have clearance, Clarance.”
“Roger, Roger. What’s our vector, Victor?”
“Tower, radio clearance, over.”
“That’s CLARENCE Oveur.”
“Over.”
“Roger.”
“Huh?”
“Roger, over.”
“What?”
“Huh?”
“Who?”
Airplane II was pretty weak, and amazingly enough William Shatner was one of the few things that kept it from totally sucking. “Over Macho Grande? I don’t think I’ll ever get over Macho Grande…”
EZ
Pilot: Striker was the squadron leader. He brought us in real low. But he couldn’t handle it.
Prosecutor: Buddy couldn’t handle it? Was Buddy one of your crew?
Pilot: Right. Buddy was the bombardier. But it was Striker who couldn’t handle it, and he went to pieces.
Prosecutor: Andy went to pieces?
Pilot: No. Andy was the navigator. He was all right. Buddy went to pieces. It was awful how he came unglued.
Prosecutor: Howie came unglued?
Pilot: Oh, no. Howie was a rock, the best tailgunner in the outfit. Buddy came unglued.
Prosecutor: And he bailed out?
Pilot: No. Andy hung tough. Buddy bailed out. How he survived, it was a miracle.
Prosecutor: Then Howie survived?
Pilot: No, 'fraid not. We lost Howie the next day.
I take it black…like my men.
We’ll get them down–down safe! crash
Where am I going to find a piece of metal here, in space, at this hour?
To make a long story short…
TOO LATE!
Still the wrong thread?
What a pisser.
You’ll be swell,
You’ll be great
You’ll have the whole world on a plate
Starting here
Starting now
everything is coming up ro-o-oo—oooooosssseeeesss