Esimesed 195 rida.
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!
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