Sue, I wish you were coming, too. It’s not going to be the some without you. 
Well, we could always get REALLY shitfaced and steal one of them Air Cunnilingus planes, and fly to Edmonton 
Cool! I’ve got dibs on the front left seat!
I want to be co-pilot.
Dangit! You go to take a bath and all of the cool jobs are taken. Guess I’ll have to be the flight attendant…but I’m going to be surly, I am. And none of this calling me “stewardess” either.
wooooooohooooooooo now there’s an idea 
I’d struggle with an imitation of a mincing, camp steward but I might redeem myself with a nice ‘I’m a little teapot’ interpretation of the “The Nearest Exit is…” dance. Can I nominate myself for senior trolly dolly ?
Or maybe I could play the guitar like in Airplane!
So, Sue, looks like we have a plan.
Ours will the 737 doing aerobatics. Could you fix us a place to land, or do we just ditch the plane in a lake and check if the seats really are flotation devices ?
And don’t be so mad, tater - tell you what, we’ll let you do all the cool radio communication with the tower (and with the RCAF interceptors), how’s that ?
(“Dope 1 to Tower: It’s 10006 miles to Edmonton. We’ve got a full load of fuel, half a pantry’s worth of booze, it’s dark and we’re wearing sunglasses, over”)
S. Norman
“Tower to Dope 1. Hit it!”
Could y’all swing by DC on your way?
Spiny, we’re taking a detour. Load up some more booze 
Good thing I crept out of the plane in Dublin…
Have fun, kids. I’ll hold the fort here.
Eeek, if Moosie’s staying who will I do the happy giggles dance with?!?!
:::whine:::Coldy you work in a bank, can’t you just embezzle us some money to fly Sue over? I dare not leave Globy alone in Ireland, lest she steal all the cute guys.
…Oops, I hear MisterTot’s key in the door, gotta run.
Three more days 'till my vacation. How can I be expected to work under these conditions?
Work? What’s that?
It’s not a Fort, it’s a Boeing. Now gimme the keys dammit!
A de-tour to D-C ?
Hey Coldie, get your hands of the keys - I called dibs on the front left seat first, so there! Right, kick the tires, light the fires, chocks away. Somebody do something constructive with the flaps and I’ll pull these levers in the middle. Could somebody please hum the theme from Top Gun ?
Pssst, Globey, I’ll bet ya $10 that those boys forgot to pack a map. Should we call for a rescue plane to be sent to Greenland before or after we’ve had our dinner? 
Well, it’s not like they’ll stop to ask for directions.