Okay. But you keep those dinky toys out of my hair and away from this plane for 15 minutes, maybe less. I'll DRIVE it out.
I'll be back in time if I have to pull that plane out with my teeth!
Hold the whipped cream; I just had a dessert.
Aww, a tractor-trailer jack-knifed and flipped over. It's laying on its side like a drunken dinosaur.
My late husband played the violin. Not professionally, but he was very good. He once played the Minute Waltz in 58 seconds.
When you get to be older, there isn't a lot left to be frightened of.
How you can live with that overage juvenile deliquent, I'll never know.
Thanks for caring, Mel. Don't worry. Someday he'll come home for some other reason than to just change his clothes.
My late husband taught me to be thorough. He was a teacher of geometry. He always said: "You must consider every angle".
My late husband was a lawyer, and he always said: "Watch out for sweet-looking innocent, little old ladies." I'm beginning to understand what he meant.
The sudden decompression at 30,000 feet is something you gotta see to believe.
So will anyone sittin' next to him. Until that pressure equalizes, everything within 20 feet of him that's not nailed down or strapped in is gonna get sucked right out of that hole.
Yeah, I'm sure. When I was a mechanic in the Air Force, I was being transferred on a MATS plane. At 20,000 feet, one of the windows shattered. The guy sitting next to it was about 170 pounds. He went through that little space like a hunk of hamburger going down a disposal, and right after him coats, pillows, blankets, cups, saucers. Yeah, I'm sure.
3, 4 or 5, depends on the size of the hole. Everything fogs up just like that. [Snaps fingers] And THEN watch out! At that altitude, you can't breathe. So unless they get on oxygen in 45 seconds, it's good-bye!