Soul Plane Page #8

Baby, watch your head. | Don't let that touch you.

- I got a dead pilot, man. | - Just go. God damn!

Oh, my God! | Not like this.

Listen, Giselle... | in case something happens,

there's something I need | to get off my chest.

That night | when you and I broke up.

I was on your porch.

I overheard you and your father | arguing about college.

What do you mean, | you're not goin' away to college?

It's too far, I want to stay here | where Nashawn is.

You gotta go, I been waitin' | 18 years for this day

to have the house to myself.

I'm not going.

You always dreamed | of going to NYU.

Now they're offering you | a full scholarship.

You tellin' me you're not goin'

because of some little | poop butt ass nigga

who can't even keep a job!

Dad, I'm sorry, | but I can't leave Nashawn.

I love him and he loves me.

You are going to college. | You're not messin' up my plans.

I didn't want you to throw | all that away because of me.

I can get $200 a month | for that room.

I just want you to know | that I'm sorry, Giselle.

- I'm so sorry for hurting you.

Leaving you was the biggest | mistake of my life.

For what it's worth...

I never stopped loving you.

You better get in there. | You got a plane to land.

Yeah.

Cool. I'm cool. I got it. | I got it right now.

Mayday.

SOS.

I said SOS.

Come down, selecta.

- Nashawn! | - What?

Are you gonna cut a demo | or radio in?

I don't know what to say.

I got something. | Hello? This is Nashawn Wade,

owner of NWA Airlines.

Yes, sir, the black one.

No, don't hang up. Hello?

Can you please help us? | We got a situation here.

My pilot died, and I got people | on the back of my plane

asking for help and--hello?

They put me on hold.

Due to the high number of calls, | your estimated wait time

- is 45 minutes. | - What are you doing here?

We family, man.

We was in this from the beginning, | we gonna ride this out to the end.

That's my nigga, man.

Look at my watch. | What's up, G?

Excuse me. I represent three | of the four white people on board.

I want to tell you fellas | we are behind you 100%.

What? Hunkee, please.

I'm just here to find | the little black box

so I can wrap | my big, black ass around it.

If I have to ride that tiny, | indestructible motherf***er

30,000 feet to safety,

trust you'll hear b*tch screamin'. | "Hi ho, Silver".

Where's the box?

I really want to thank y'all | for giving me all this confidence.

- I really feel it, I do. | - You're welcome.

Somebody knows | how to land this plane,

this would be | the time to speak.

I saw a show on | the Discovery channel,

but that was about motorcycles.

Take control of the plane.

What?

You have to disengage | the autopilot.

How do you know that?

I used to date this pilot,

and we would make love | in the cockpit.

You haven't had an orgasm | until you've had it during descent.

B*tch, can you land this plane?

Show me where it is, Blanca. | What is it?

I don't remember.

That's what I told you...

I need you to go | to the back then.

No, hold on.

Last time I was here...

Here, here!

There it is. Push it.

Somebody help her.

Okay, I gotta grab it.

Guess I had a little control | right away.

I'm flyin', y'all.

Okay, what's next, Blanca?

I would...

Yes, the flaps!

The flaps! | Adjusting the flaps.

What's next?

I think it was... the trim.

I cannot hear her.

I got it. | I see what you're sayin'.

What's next?

I don't know. This is where | he usually pops the cork.

We are so f***ed!

Don't panic, please. | You're gonna be okay.

You can't use that phone | while we're on the plane.

Girl, please, they say that | to rip you off.

They want you to use | their phone.

- I am calling for some help. | - No, I'm telling you.

Don't be hardheaded. | Don't use that phone.

F*** that!

Okay. All right. | We back on track right now.

What next, Blanca?

The wheels.

Muggsy, pull the wheels down.

Grab the wheel | and do it slow.

I feel it comin' down, y'all,

Oh, yes!

Oh, D.J., this is it! | It's gonna happen this time, baby.

We about to die, | you got me tied up down here.

Damn it, I don't give a f***.

We goin' to heaven | with one last nut.

Nigga, stay focused!

Yeah! I'm doin' it!

I told you it was the turbulence. | You don't want none of this.

Here we go.

We gonna land.

New York, here we go! | This is it right here.

That's the ground!

We made it. | We gonna live.

I did it. We down.

You did it! | That's just what you do, cousin.

Exactly what I do!

You see what I'm sayin'? | I was so scared.

You crazy b*tch! | F*** this airline!

You know what, she was | on the way out anyway.

- Forget her, baby. You did it. | - I did.

Yeah, I can do that.

All right, y'all | with the mushy stuff.

I'm a go check on | the passengers.

- Y'all just too cute. | - My boy.

Maybe we should go, too. | We should check on 'em, too.

All right. Come on.

What a day.

Wait a minute. | Hold that, sugar dumplin'.

I don't know | what smells better--

the New York air | or your magnificent perfume.

Why, thank you. | That's very kind of you.

Wait a minute.

That's an Adam's apple.

I'm a player, but I don't play | that way. Floor walker!

No, I...

- Hey, Muggs. | - Yo, cousin.

That's what I'm talkin' about. | We made it!

What kind of sh*t-- | this is Central Park.

Where is Central Park? | It's in New York, ain't it?

You got JFK, LaGuardia, | Newark--

What you need an airport for, | you got all this grass?

Ain't this a b*tch? | This nigga is pissin' on the plane!

That's your problem. | You always thinkin' on the nega--

Hell, no, I know they didn't | just steal my damn rims.

That's what your punk ass get.

You know how hard it is | to get 84-inch rims?

That's a big-ass tire | for a little-ass plane

and a short-ass nigga.

Why don't you go put | a doughnut in your mouth?

I am going to sue your ass, | I am gonna sue the airline...

That's all you do is complain.

It doesn't matter, I'm not | gonna let you spoil this for me.

I tell you what, | Muggs, take everybody upstairs.

Drinks on me. | Let's party!

And we did party.

Just like I told y'all-- | we fly, we party and we land.

Pop, where'd you get | the moves from?

Where do ya think | you got 'em from, son?

Wow! This is the bomb!

What? What did I say? | Let's dance!

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