Quarantine 2: Terminal Page #2

I'm gonna be a daddy.

Roger on hitting 135.

Cruising altitude, Willsy.

Ladies and gentlemen, your captain has

turned off the fasten-seatbelt sign.

You are now free

to move about the cabin.

At this time, you may also take out

any of the approved electronic devices.

We would also like to let you know

we have Wi-Fi service available.

So do you travel

a lot by yourself?

Between my mom and dad.

Oh.

Who's picking you up in the morning?

Janice, my smother.

What's a smother?

Stepmother.

She's about your age.

Okay. I bet that sucks.

Hand me my cell phone.

Flight nerves?

For 19 straight hours.

Oh.

Overseas, huh?

Yeah.

Haven't seen my husband

for over a year.

But I'm home for a while now, so...

He's a lucky man.

Ryan, obviously you are mistaking

me for somebody that gives a crap.

I'm sorry, sir, we are airborne so

you're gonna have to end that call.

It's against FAA regulations

to use any sort of cellular equip--

You're compromising our safety.

Who the f*** are you, man?

If he keeps using his cell phone,

we're gonna arrest him when we land.

Did you hear that?

Give me the phone.

Okay?

You're an a**hole.

Okay.

F***ing a**hole.

You don't see me doing your job.

I'm sorry.

That was stupid, but some people

can be so inconsiderate.

Exactly. Then you really

don't want my job.

Doesn't it make you wonder

about the human race?

Try not to overthink things.

I'm sorry.

I'm gonna shut up now.

Um... So do you

got any solutions?

Well, sure. The few of us that

give a damn have to make change.

It's our responsibility, right?

I think I have all the responsibility

I can handle at the moment.

Yeah. Right.

I can see that.

Yeah.

Hey, I apologize for the lecture.

I'm just finishing my PhD, nights,

and I'm always boring strangers,

kindergarteners,

beautiful flight attendants.

It's not boring. It's interesting.

Henry.

Uh, Jenny.

It's nice to meet you, Jenny.

You're gonna need

to put your cat back in the bag.

I don't know how he got out.

He's usually so well-behaved,

he never leaves

the apartment building.

There you go, sweetie.

Back in your little house.

Autopilot.

How was your weekend?

Not too bad.

Went somewhere?

No, I played golf. Played terrible.

Lost another six balls--

Oh, my God, I'm sorry.

You have a handkerchief?

What does the FAA

say about blow jobs?

Well, as long as your tray table

is in the upright position...

So, what's going on?

Just talking. He's super smart.

Uh-huh.

He get your number yet?

No. Not yet.

The night's still young, though.

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