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rough weather.
Please climb to 42,000 feet.
- Roger, Denver.
- We have a visitor.
Hello.
Captain Oveur, Mr Murdock,
and Mr Basta, this is Joey Hammen.
- Hi, Joey.
- Come up here.
This is for special visitors.
Would you like to have it?
- Thank you. Thanks a lot.
- Sure. Ever been in a cockpit?
No, I've never been up
in a plane before.
Have you ever seen a grown man naked?
- Shall I check the weather?
- No, why don't you take care of it?
Joey, do you ever hang around
a gymnasium?
- We'd better get back.
- No, Joey can stay for a while.
- Could I?
- OK, if you don't get in the way.
Flight 209er to Denver,
climbing to cruise at 42,000.
Will report again over Lincoln.
Over and out.
Wait a minute, I know you.
You're Kareem Abdul Jabbar.
You play basketball
for the Los Angeles Lakers.
Sorry, you have me confused
with someone else.
My name's Roger Murdock.
I'm the co-pilot.
You are Kareem! I've seen you play.
My dad's got season tickets.
You should go back to your seat now.
Right, Clarence?
No, he's not bothering anyone.
Let him stay here.
All right, but just remember
my name is Roger Murdock.
I'm an airline pilot.
I think you're the greatest,
but my dad says you don't work hard
enough on defence.
And he says lots of times
you don't even run downcourt.
And you don't try,
except during play-offs.
The hell I don't!
Listen, kid, I've been hearing
that crap ever since I was at UCLA.
I'm out there busting my buns
every night.
Tell your old man
to drag Walton and Lanier
up and down the court for 48 minutes.
Joey...
Do you like movies about gladiators?
Elaine, just hear me out.
Things haven't been right
for a long time,
but it'll be different,
like in the beginning, remember?
I remember everything.
All I have is memories.
Mostly, I remember the nights
we were together.
I remember how you used to hold me,
and how I used to sit on your face
and wriggle, and...
afterwards, how we'd watch
till the sun came up.
When it did, it was almost like...
like each new day was
created only for us.
That's the way
I've always wanted it to be.
But it won't be.
Not as long as you insist
on living in the past!
You're too low, Ted! You're too low!
The mind plays tricks on you.
He looks so happy today, doesn't he?
You look so happy today.
OK, Robert, slip them down.
This won't hurt much.
You got a telegram
from headquarters today.
Headquarters? What is it?
A big building where generals meet,
but that's not important.
They've cleared you of any blame
for what happened on that raid.
- Isn't that good news?
- Is it?
Because of my mistake,
six men didn't return from that raid.
Seven.
Lieutenant Zip died this morning.
But Dr Sandler says you'll be out
in a week. Isn't that wonderful?
I wish I could say the same
for George Zip.
Be patient, Ted. Nobody expects you
to get over this immediately.
Hey, Striker, how about a break?
I'm getting tired.
Yeah, all right. Take five.
Thanks.
I found a wonderful apartment for us.
It has a brick fireplace
and a cute bedroom
with mirrors on the ceiling and...
Red Leader!
Red Leader, I'm going down!
Captain Geline. He think he's
a pilot, still fighting the war.
I've found the tunnel, Johnson!
It's this way!
$25 for a cigarette is too much!
- What's his problem?
- It's Lieutenant Hurwitz.
Severe shell shock.
He thinks he's Ethel Merman.
War is hell.
Excuse me, sir. Would you
like coffee before dinner?
No. No, thank you.
- Would you like another cup?
- I will, but Jim won't.
I think I will have
another cup of coffee.
Jim never has a second
cup of coffee at home.
- Excuse me, sister.
- Yes?
There's a little girl
onboard who's ill.
Oh, yes, I saw. Poor child.
Could I borrow your guitar?
I thought maybe I could cheer her up.
- Of course.
- Thank you.
- Hi.
- Hi.
Do you mind if I talk
to your daughter?
I think that'd would be nice.
- Hi, I'm Randy.
- I'm Lisa.
Oh, you have a guitar!
I
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