[trying to assume the crash landing position, Bob's seat in front of him falls]
Bob Rand:
[screaming]
What's wrong with this? Why can't you people do anything right? This damn seat's collapsing.
Lynn Brown:
It's designed to do that, Sir! It cushions you if you just rest on it, and don't try to mash it.
Bob Rand:
What's the matter? We're all going to die anyway.
Lynn Brown:
Would you please be quiet? I have a little daughter waiting for me at home, and I have *no* intention of dying!
Bob Rand:
Bull! This plane's going to...
Lynn Brown:
[raising her voice]
Sir, shut your stupid mouth!
[Lynn slams the seat back to its upright position]
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