Tripp: you’re not allowed to smoke on flights, Lana.

Lana: Parliament’s on fire and his hands are up

Tripp: No one’s hands are up! *cough* just put that out!

Lana: *picks up Tripp’s whiskey and take’s a long sip*

 

J.D.: It’s like they don’t even realize we can hear them…

Lana: Hello, hello. C-can you hear me? I can be your China doll, if you want to see me fall.

Tripp: I’d like to see you fall out of the plane. Yeah. How’s that for ya?

Lana: you’re screwed up and brilliant, look like a million dollar man. So why is my heart broken?

Tripp: *puts his head in his hands* I can’t. I just can’t.

J.D.: I’m a doctor. I can fix that broken heart. If that’s cool?

Lana: He said to “be cool” but I’m already coolest. I said to “get real”, “don’t you know who you’re dealing with? Um, do you think you’ll buy me lots of diamonds?

Tripp: Are you guys going to flirt over me the entire time? J.D., dude. Switch seats with me. Please.

J.D.: that’s not the seat I paid for, though.

Tripp: It’s the same damn thing, man. Just switch seats with me. PLEASE.

Lana: pick me up and take me like a vitamin. ‘Cause my body’s sweet like sugar venom, oh yeah

Tripp:

blast off!

Crowley: Hello ladies and gentlemen. This is your captain, Crowley, speaking. Please prepare for take off.

Aziraphale: How do you turn this machine off?

Crowley: Seriously, man? You’re an angel. Use the “power of God” to turn it off.

Aziraphale: I can’t get it off man, seriously.

Crowley: Fuck it, dude. Just play us some tunes. Let these idiots on board listen.

Aziraphale: *turns on hymns*

Crowley: DUDE, NO! *switches it to metal*

Aziraphale: excuse me? I don’t think this is appropriate. *switches it back to hymns*

Crowley: *switches back to metal but breaks it so both audios play at the same time*

http://www.youtubemultiplier.com/53e267383e984-adrenalize-and-come-thou-fount.php *play song*

Aziraphale: awesome, man. Great. Good job. This is an entirely new form of blasphemy. You happy?

Crowley: I’m a demon… of course I’m fucking happy about it, you twat.

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.