Teacher: Anyone seeing Billy Hitchcock? How did we lose him?

　　Tod: Go. Go. Go. Ouch, that hurt.

　　Tod’s brother: That’s a good sign. Younger, the better. It’d be a fucked-up God to take down this plane. A really fucked-up God.

　　Blake: Hey, Tod.

　　Tod: Hello. How are you doing?

　　Blake: Can you switch seats with Christa?

　　Tod: Oh, God. You know, I would, but I got a bladder thing. It’s a urinary tract infection.

　　Christa: Let’s go ask Alex. Alex, could you trade seats so Blake and I could sit together?

　　Blake: She asked Tod, but he said he had some sort of medical thing. Please?

　　Alex: Yeah.

　　Christa: You’re so sweet. Thanks, Alex.

　　Blake: Thank you, Alex.

　　Alex: You’re welcome. Did you really think we’d titty-fuck them over Greenland?

　　Tod: You know, because of you, I got to sit here and watch fucking "Stuart Little". Thank you. Thanks, man. That’s great.

　　Billy: Sorry, I’m late. That’s my seat right there. Thanks.

　　Telly: Hello?

　　Billy: Ain’t going that way.

　　Tod: All right.

　　Carter: Whatever. 
 

　　Christa: Alex, could you trade seats so Blake and I could sit together?She asked Tod, but he said he had some sort of medical thing. Please?

　　Tod: What’s up, dude?

　　Flight attendant: Is there a problem, sir?

　　Carter: What’s your fucking problem?

　　Alex: This fucking plane’s going to explode!

　　Carter: Shut up, Browning.

　　Telly You’re so not funny.

　　Flight attendent: If this is a joke...

　　Alex: No, it’s not a joke!...