The High and the Mighty Page #3

He's gonna be more

than a statistic to me. I like him.

Oh, brother.

Will I be glad to get on that plane.

Didn't you enjoy Honolulu?

Listen, honey, I always enjoy myself.

But this place,

Coney Island with coconuts.

As far as I'm concerned,

you can take all the Hawaiian Islands...

Tobey, will you tell your mother

something for me?

Tell your mother that there shouldn't be

an ocean between us.

Tell her I wish

she'd come with you next time.

- Can you remember all that, Tobey?

- Yes, Daddy.

I got him, Daddy. I got him.

- Everything okay, Dan?

- Yeah. Everything's fine.

3,050 aboard.

There's a slight oil leak, Number 4.

Nothing to worry about.

How long does it look like?

Lennie says 12 hours

and 15 minutes, about.

Twelve hours and 16 minutes exactly.

Flight 7 for San Francisco now loading.

San Francisco.

I must go to San Francisco.

Sorry, sir, we're departing very shortly.

You're not on the list.

Mr Kenneth Childs is on your plane,

isn't he?

Why, yes. Mr Childs...

Then you must have room.

I insist. I must go.

Very well, sir. Fortunately

we have space available today

- if you're an American citizen.

- I am. I am for sure.

My name is Humphrey Agnew.

I'm the founder of Agnew Aids.

Right here in Honolulu.

Perhaps you've heard?

Yes. Do you have a travel card,

Mr Agnew?

I pay cash for everything.

If you'll just step across the lobby

and check with immigration,

then come right back here,

we'll have your ticket ready, sir.

Now, there goes a real quack.

He's made a fortune

selling Agnew's aids to better living.

What have you got?

Asthma, arthritis, ague, biliousness,

sticky liver?

Agnew has got a curing pill

for all of them.

- So long, Alsop. Have fun.

- I'll weep at your wedding, Spalding.

May I take your coat, Mrs Pardee?

- You all right, Mr Locota?

- Yes.

- We going to fly very high?

-7,000 or 9,000 feet, sir,

depends on our clearance.

Wouldn't you like to sit

next to the window, Mr Briscoe?

You know something, miss? This is

as far as the old carcass would go.

I'd rather look at you

than what's outside, anyhow.

Your seat belt isn't fastened.

Shame on you.

My arm just won't bend around

the way it should.

- Holes in my bones, or so they tell me.

- I don't see any holes.

You know something, miss?

Neither do I.

Would you like me to take your leis,

put them in a cool place?

They'll keep better.

Now, that's just about the smartest idea

anybody ever had.

Gotta keep them as long as we can.

Gotta get back

to the old salt mines tomorrow.

Get the nose to the grindstone.

That's Hawaiian for "thank you. "

Let me tell you something.

If we get into any trouble,

any serious trouble

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