"Oh hello Gordon! Look at you there, sitting in someone else’s aircraft with your hands on the control column, for all the world like you were about to steal it. I might get a picture of that!"
- Martin: You’re sure you’re not hungry?
- Douglas: No, I had something at the hotel.
- Martin: Did you?! Well, no-one else did. We were all complaining there was no food.
- Douglas: Yes, well – I rustled something up.
- Martin: Did you really? And could that possibly have anything to do with why my shirt smells of bacon?
- Douglas: How could it possibly have anything to do with that?
"No one calls me ‘dearie’ and gets away with it!"
- Martin: Just occurred to me, for weeks like this, we really ought to have a pilots’ lounge.
- Carolyn: A what?
- Martin: A pilots’ lounge.
- Carolyn: Martin, the very last thing I want to do is encourage either of you to do any more lounging than you already do.
- Martin: But surely no one will sue someone for trying to save their life!
- Douglas: Let’s face it. If anyone would, Mr Lehman would.
You cannot put one jet in a line.
If MJN is anything, it is an air dot.
- Carl: Welcome home, Golf Tango India. Vacate runway to your right, and taxi to your stand.
- Martin: Thank you, Carl. Oh, incidentally, be advised: as we landed, we saw a large hawk or kestrel about fifty feet from the runway.
- Carl: Noted, Golf Tango India. What was it doing?
- Douglas: Watching how it’s supposed to be done.
- Carolyn: Why Kuala Lumpur?
- Arthur: It’s like Helsinki. I’ve always wanted to go there. It sounds –
- Carolyn: Arthur! Let me warn you I am not in the best of tempers, and I strongly advise you not to start talking about a city populated by either koalas or oompah-loompahs.
- Arthur: ...I have nothing to say.
"NEVER AM I SEPARATED FROM MY BASSOON"
- Carolyn: What do you want nail varnish for?
- Douglas: If you must know, I find it prevents cracking and splitting.
- Martin: Well, I had no idea you were such a pretty pilot Douglas.