Clayton

Well listen, you son of a bitch! You know where we are? 30 000 feet above your head, you bastard! (the 3 laugh and howl)

George

What are they doin' lettin' you bastards on an airplane? Don't they know that's against FAA regulation?

Clayton

(to the other 2 men) Hey, hush up, now! I can't hear him!

George

Listen. I want you guys to send along those agreements the minute you land. Our boys can't wait to kick your butts!

Zeke

(to Clayton) When's that bastard comin' to Houston?