Airplane!

Shana, they bought their tickets. They knew what they were getting into. I say, let 'em crash!

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[when offered cream for her coffee] No thank you, I take it black…like my men.

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"WZAZ in Chicago where disco lives forever" (The Airplane then took out the antenna forcing the station to go off the air).

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LA Control Tower: Flight 2-0-9'er, you are cleared for take-off. Oveur: Roger. Murdock: Huh? LA Control Tower: L.A. departure frequency: 1-2-3 point 9'er. Oveur: Roger. Murdock: Huh? Basta: Request vector, over. Oveur: What? LA Control Tower: Flight 2-0-9'er, clear for vector 2-3-4. Murdock: We have clearance, Clarence. Oveur: Roger, Roger. What's our vector, Victor?

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Striker: The stewardess said... [before he could say that she told him the pilot needed help, he notices that only the autopilot is flying the plane] BOTH pilots?! Rumack: Can you fly this plane and land it? Striker: Surely you can't be serious. Rumack: I am serious. And don't call me Shirley.

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Randy: Excuse me sir, there's been a little problem in the cockpit… Striker: The cockpit...what is it? Randy: It's the little room in the front of the plane where the pilots sit, but that's not important right now.

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