[last lines]
Al Donnelly:
[as Mike sees his brother and Steve off in their plane]
So long, little brother.
Mike Donnelly:
Okay, see you, Al. So this is it, huh, Steve?
Steve Dodds:
I guess I'm gonna miss you. I'm not gonna miss a 9mm to my head, but... What were you thinking?
Mike Donnelly:
I don't know. All right, you guys. Don't do anything I wouldn't do.
[as they board, Mike closes the door and waves goodbye, but his coat is caught in the door, and the planes starts to drag him]
Mike Donnelly:
Oh, my God! No! No! Please don't take off! Please! Al! Al! No, no! NOOOOOOOOOOO! AAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLL!
[the planes takes off, and Mike flies along for the ride]
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