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in the baggage claim area.

Vern, we just don't have time.

But I have a cab waiting downstairs.

We can make the airport in 15 minutes.

The driver doesn't mind waiting.

His meter's running, and so is mine.

But I've got to finish packing.

You get me up to full throttle

then throw me into reverse.

You could damage my engine that way.

Look, we'll be in Rome tomorrow.

We'll have three days.

Try a little patience.

Or a cold shower.

Think about something else.

That I like.

You can see right through it.

- Who's in the right-hand seat tonight?

- I am.

- Demoted?

- No. It's a pilot check flight.

I'm checking Anson Harris.

He's been a captain for years.

So have I but that doesn't matter.

Somebody got to check you out

every six months

just to make sure

you don't pick up any bad habits.

Such as nuzzling stewardesses.

Does he hold on

to the control too firmly?

Or can he sort of coax them

along with just his fingers?

Look, we still have to...

Go and wash it.

Of course.

When he's stacked up

and can't get clearance to land

how does he take it?

He controls his emotions and says

"Better luck next time".

You and your roommate have enough

china, glasses and booze

for a round trip to Australia.

That's not all our loot.

The girls in the building

have been contributing.

Gracie's getting married.

We're giving her a party.

If you could hijack a 707

you could start your own airline.

We thought of that

but none of us has a pilot's license.

With the kind of fringe benefits

you girls have to offer

I could get you a crew right now.

Mel? Joe.

I'm stuck in traffic on Carlton Road,

just east of Mannheim.

A tractor-trailer jackknifed

and flipped over.

It's lying on its side

like a drunken dinosaur.

Joe, I need two-niner awful bad.

If you're not out in 15 minutes

call me back

and I'll get the Highway Patrol

to bring you in.

What else can go wrong?

I better get up

and check the snow desk.

I'll be back in time for his call.

You're not going anywhere.

You're exhausted.

You've been rushing

around for three days.

I've got to get up there.

Why do you have to do

everything yourself?

You've got an assistant.

Let Mike do it.

Sit down and relax.

I'll fix you some coffee

and a sandwich.

One thing you should do.

You promised to call your wife back.

Bakersfeld residence.

Libby speaking.

This is mr. Bakersfeld talking.

Daddy! Isn't this snow super?

Baby, it's cool. Real cool.

Robbie, daddy's on the phone!

- Hello, dad.

- Hi, Robbie.

Are you coming home tonight?

At the moment, honey,

I'm not so sure.

You see...

Say good night, girls.

Mommy wants to talk to daddy.

Good night, daddy.

Good night, dad.

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