Aziraphale: Welcome aboard. I’ll be one of your pilots on today’s flight to Westeros. What’s your seat number?

Tripp: 4B

Aziraphale: That will be down the aisle to the left, sir.

 

Tripp: Fuck. No. You have got to fucking kidding me!

Lana: Hello, hello. C-can you hear me?

Tripp: God, why are you doing this to me?

Lana: In the land of Gods and –

Tripp: NO! STOP! Stewardess! Strewardess, hi. Is there any possibility I can get a seat change?

Stewardess: It’s an entirely booked flight, sir. I’m sorry. Please take your seat.