Nothing in Common

- Oh. Mm.

- Heh, heh.

- You've done this before.

- No.

Obviously you have.

- Oh, God.

- Obviously.

- I have to go back to work.

- No.

- You don't have to go to work.

- Yes, I do.

- I have to go. It's time.

- No, no.

Wait a minute.

Just, just, just...

Just give me, like,

10 minutes more.

Fifteen, 20 minutes

more? Come on.

- I want to show you something.

- What?

What is this thing?

How does this work?

Am I supposed to twist

this or something?

Whoa.

Was that you?

We're experiencing

minor turbulence.

Please observe the

fasten-seat-belt sign.

- Would you get me a cup of coffee?

- No problem.

Flight attendants,

prepare for landing.

I have to get back to work.

We'll be landing in 30 minutes.

I'm a frequent flyer.

They gave me a bonus.

Good morning.

We're on final approach to Chicago's

O'Hare International Airport.

The Captain has turn on

the non-smoking sign.

Please extinguish all cigarettes, and return

your seats to the full upright position.

The temperature on the ground is 75 degrees.

The local time is 8:10 am.

On behalf of our crew,

thank you for flying Trans Allied,

the official airline

of the Indiana Pacers.

Young and free

Kickin' the fences down

Somewhere hearts are breaking

But he can't hear the sound

They got nothin' in common

He's miles away

On the wings of a dream

He's all caught up

In that world of his

She says, "I'm gonna miss you

But I can't live like this

We got nothin' in common"

So sad to say

It has to be this way

Everyone's on a road

Of their own

Everyone's gotta find

A heart a home

Loving strangers

That's you and me

Gonna know the way to love

Is a little honesty

Everybody needs to know

That there will somewhere

Someday

Be someone to call their own

Everybody needs to hope

That there will

one day come

A someone just in time

Everyone's on a road

Of their own

Everyone's gotta find

A heart a home

Loving strangers

That's you and me

Gonna know the way to love

Is a little honesty

No lights.

- Sign for no lights at Wrigley Field.

- I've signed.

No lights at Wrigley Field.

From Davenport?

That's one of the quad cities.

Twice as good as the Twin Cities.

Good luck.

Matty and Matty,

the maintenance men.

What are the odds of that?

Two Mattys in one building.

- Welcome back.

- Polly, still pushing grapes.

- Is she filling out an application?

- Yes, she is.

Ooh. Don't do it.

It's hell through these doors.

Hi, Kathy. Tell that lady

the truth about advertising.

BG and L hell.

Here's the guys who

are working very hard.

Oh!

Right up inside.

This is all I can spare today.

- Thanks, dude.

- Mr. Basner.

Two examples for child labor laws.

Check out the talent.

- I'm back. Remember me?

- Shh.

They're in there.

Thanks, Donovan.

I brought you a gift

from the Bahamas. Why?

Because you crack me up.

You make me laugh.

Is this red tie day?

Nobody told me.

- Bloody Friday.

- Hear what happened to Clemens?

- He got terminated.

- We fired Clemens?

I'm sorry to hear that.

He was an a**hole.

Come on.

- Ted? How are you?

- All right.

Congratulations

on the promotion.

That's big of you.

Is today your birthday?

- Welcome back, Basner.

- You want to see my tan line?

Clemens is gone. Rumor has it

he stored drugs in his cubicle.

- Slice his chair.

- Get airport dogs.

Doris, did you miss me?

Of course you did.

Thanks for the quickie.

You wear me out.

Put that out.

I see the smoke.

Where's the best and the brightest?

The real creative aspect.

- The boss is back.

- You don't check anything.

Welcome back, Mr. Basner.

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