Captain Mack: Ladies and Gentlemen, we have reached our cruising altitude of 33 thousand feet... 33 thousand feet? Oh shit, man! We fuckin' higher than Redman at the Source Awards.
Gaeman: Please, man, I.
Captain Mack: What part of "You ain't flying this motherfuckin' plane" don't you understand? Sit the fuck back and enjoy the flight, Idi Amin.
Captain Mack: Testicles, 1, 2... Testicles, 1, 2.
Shaniece: When the buzzer pops, ni**a, you stop.
Jamiqua: Now look I'm just here to find the little black box so I can wrap my big Black ass around it. Now if I have to ride that tiny, indestructible motherfucker 30,000 feet to safety, trust you'll hear a Bitch screaming 'hi ho silver'. Where's the box?
