What Planet Are You From? Page #2

It's either a flock of geese,

a weather balloon...

...or if it's Friday,

the crew is drunk.

Nadine, what'd I say

about using this number?

I said never to call this number

unless the house is on fire...

...and I don't hear a siren,

so this better be good.

Yeah, I know today's our anniversary.

What makes you think I forgot?

How do you know I'm not coming home

with a bunch of flowers or something?

How do you know that?

Nadine, don't cry.

Bye-bye.

Bye-bye.

A passenger shot some video

when the incident took place.

You might want to look at it.

Get a list of passengers and crew.

Check the cabin, write your report.

And if you see anything at all

interesting, just remember:

It's not.

Well, Christmas is early this year.

You guys twins?

A**hole.

Can you contribute to the mission?

What can I get for 150 bucks,

gorgeous?

What's that noise?

I don't hear anything.

It's coming from your pants.

There's something else that comes out

of my pants. Want to see?

Keep the change.

- Can I have your autograph?

- What?

- You are Miss America, aren't you?

- Yeah.

Who are you? Mr. Universe?

Hey, where you headed?

Chicago.

That's attractive.

The Windy City.

So what time's your flight?

Forty minutes.

I don't know what you're doing

until then...

...but there's a Hilton

across the street.

I don't know if they have

a 40-minute rate or not, but...

...maybe we could...

Taxi!

- I know who you are.

- You do?

I know where you're from too.

Really?

New guy from Seattle.

Commercial and home loans.

- How did you know?

- My gut.

Perry Gordon.

Commercial and home loans too.

Nice to meet you.

Harold Anderson.

Word is, you're some

big banking kahuna from up north.

Your letters of recommendation

were unbelievable.

They're not that great.

They were. I snuck into Mr. Fisk's

office, read every single one.

- Who's that?

- That's Rita.

Office manager. I got her a job.

Smartest thing I ever did.

- Is she...

- Too late. All mine.

She's a noisy one too.

Thank God we work in a bank.

Close the vault door,

nobody hears a thing.

She have a friend?

Don't know. When you want to hit

the nightspots, call me.

Thanks. Great. How about now?

- You're kidding, right?

- No.

It's 10 a. m.

You haven't met the boss yet.

So?

- You got some balls on you.

- I sure do.

Two of them, below my penis.

Listen.

I've gotta have sex right away.

I'm really, really horny.

- I'm getting that.

- Anderson?

Yes, sir?

I've been waiting for you. Don Fisk.

Come on in.

Good morning, Mr. Fisk.

This way.

- As long as the contractionary

British fiscal policy continues.

I can see we don't need

any time to get acclimated.

Pretty girl.

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