Soul Plane Page #5

He'll be here, all right?

- There he go right there. | - Who, him?

- Yeah, him. | - Right there?

- Right there. | - Him?

- Him right there? | - Yeah, him right there.

I told you to hire | a black pilot,

not no black baggage handler. | What is that?

I did what | you asked me to, okay?

There ain't but two | black pilots around,

and one of 'em flyin' for Puffy.

How'd Puffy get that one?

- Don't worry. | - You're right, I'm just nervous.

I got his resum right there. | My dawg, what's up, baby?

What's goin' on, Muggs? | How you been?

What's up, man?

- How are you, man? | - Ain't nothin' to it but do it.

Nashawn, Captain Mack. | Captain Mack, Nashawn.

My pleasure, brother.

Hey. You're late, man.

Don't worry about me bein' late.

I'm gonna take this hooptie of yours | up another 1,000 feet,

catch me a slipstream, and we | gonna be there five minutes early.

Real slick like hair grease, | but with less mess.

- Can you dig it? | - Hell, yeah, I can dig it.

You really gonna do that?

No, I'm just f***in' with ya.

Y'all two know each other? | He was f***in' with me.

Muggs, I'm really | not playin' right now.

I'm not, Muggs.

I was lookin' at | your resum, man.

I see that you flew | in Desert Storm.

- That's pretty impressive. | - Actually, that's a typo.

I drew over in Desert Storm.

I'm sorry. I didn't.. | what you say?

I was the nigga that drew | the little sayings on the bombs:

"F*** Iraq." "Saddam, eat a dick." | That was me.

Secret agent.

Matter of fact, I ain't even | 'posed to be talkin' about that.

That's classified.

What the f***?! Do you even | know how to fly a plane, man?

I got my wings when I got out.

Got your wings | when you got out?

You right. Plus I ain't really got | another choice right now.

Where's your uniform?

You lookin' at it.

The Mackin' is crackin'. | This is how I come.

I don't wear no square suits.

I'm a player. | We ride spinners.

Ride spinners | and you write on bombs.

That's classified.

I'm gonna tell you what.

Get us there safe. | Can you do that?

You somethin' else, Muggs. | Drew on bombs.

- Excuse me, man, | - Yes, sir.

That's about a b*tch.

- Where the cockpit at? | - You got that bong?

Whole bag of it, Preach.

- I gotta go. | - Do I pay you to talk on the phone?

Look at the captain. | He is too cute.

Hi, Captain.

- At ease, ladies. | - Hi, fly boy.

I just love the look | of a man in uniform.

'Course, I like the look of a man | out of uniform even better.

This is some cool sh*t | fit for a real nigga.

Hey, what's poppin', | my aeronautical hustlers?

Captain Mack, | reporting to duty.

How you doin'. Captain? | I'm Riggs. your flight engineer.

Have you ever met Gaeman?

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