Stewardess School

41 Heavy,

this is LAX tower.

Do you read me?

This is 41 Heavy,

go ahead LAX tower.

41 Heavy, commence descent

and await further

landing instructions.

Roger, traffic control.

Philo,

I'm having a party tonight.

You have a party

every night, George.

Yeah, but this is different.

Tonight, some people

are actually gonna show up.

Really? Why is that?

Why is that?

Well, I'll tell you why.

I... I sort of promised

everyone that you'd be there.

George!

41 Heavy,

this is LAX tower.

Later.

41 Heavy,

you're cleared for landing

on runway Aplha-Zulu-one

at zero-niner-four.

Roger, traffic control.

Aplha-Zulu-one

at zero-niner-four.

Ladies and gentlemen,

I hope you had a pleasant

flight on Blue Sky Airlines

and enjoy your stay

in Los Angeles.

What a beautiful sight.

It sure is.

Are you out of your mind?

Sit down, George!

Well, you don't understand.

You have to come to this party.

I don't think you're

fully aware of the

gravity of the situation.

All right, I'll go.

Just sit down!

Or I'll lie down.

You want me to go lie down?

George!

Sorry.

But you will come?

Yes!

All right!

My contacts!

41 Heavy,

pull up. I repeat pull up.

Hard left! Hard left!

Pull up! Pull up!

Oh, shit!

Time of impact,

11:41 PM.

Population,

classification code: 4.

Maximum density.

Congratulations.

You assholes just wiped out

half of Los Angeles.

Hey, come on in.

We're rolling out.

George! George Bunkle.

Where's Philo?

I'm going down

to get him right now.

If you're not back in

five minutes with Philo,

we're leaving.

What? Girls, I'm hurt.

I'm genuinely hurt.

Has George Bunkle

ever lied to you?

What about

the Michael Jackson party?

Hey, he was very insulted

that you didn't believe

it was him that night.

Five minutes, Bunkle.

Talk about

your boring parties.

What else would you expect

from anyone who lives

in this building?

Man, I gotta lay off

that pork fried rice.

Philo.

Philo?

Yo, Philo.

Hello?

Philo?

Philo?

Where the hell are you?

What are you trying to do,

put me in an early grave?

I'm okay.

You idiot!

You've ruined my whole life!

It's not my fault

you wear glasses.

No.

It's my fault.

Come on, Philo,

get a grip on yourself.

Everybody has

their limitations.

Shit, even me.

Let's just calmly

examine the situation.

Now, what have we got?

We got two bright, enterprising

young men like ourselves?

You kidding?

There's a million

things we can do.

Give me a break, George.

It's all over for me.

All right, all right.

I'll admit things may look

a trifle dark right now.

But, so what?

Besides, you know me.

Don't I always

come up with something?

All my life

all I ever wanted

to do was fly.

Philo?

Oh, there you are.

Philo! I've got it.

Wait till you hear this idea.

This is it.

What happened here?

If I ever see you again,

George, it's gonna be too soon.

No, no, no,

you're gonna love this.

You ready?

Stewardess school.

You're totally

certifiable, George,

and I'm gonna

sign the papers!

What a great idea.

Think of it, Philo.

Breakfast in Paris.

Dinner in Rome.

Not to mention

all the incredible women

we're gonna meet.

Mr. Pellino.

Call me Snake.

Mr. Snake.

You seem to have

some influence

over our daughter.

Beer!

I wonder if I could

interest you in

a little proposition.

Big chunks.

Walter.

Jeeves?

Sir.

Holy shit!

What a bike!

Thank you, sir.

Wow.

What gives?

If you'll excuse us

for a minute, dear?

Why?

Beat it!

So, what's the deal?

Well, I was just wondering

if you might be...

Then I kicked him

right in the face!

What gives?

Oh, Mr. Snake and I decided

it would be in

your best interests

if you went back to school.

You're a pisser, Dad.

Shit.

Whoa!