by Samantha Elliott

Created on: August 09, 2009

Setting: Interior of a small Cessna airplane. A fairly new pilot and his wife are on a nighttime flight home.

Ben: (laughing) I can't get over how scared you were during takeoff-you are too funny!

Carrie: I hate that airport! Why did they have to build it so close to a mountain? There are a million other places around here with wide open fields-why would they do that?

Ben: You mean hill? You didn't say anything when we landed. If you understood the physics and precise calculations behind it, you wouldn't have

Carrie: (interrupting) Yeah, yeah, yeah. The burgers at that diner were unbelievable though. I have to admit this is quite the night out. How many people get to do this, really? I feel like we have the whole world to ourselves.

Ben: The lights down there are beautiful, huh?

(Suddenly the ride starts to get bumpy)

Carrie: (panicking and grabbing the sides of her seat) Oh my God, Oh my God, I hate this! When is it going to stop?

Ben: (impatiently) Jesus, Carrie! It's totally normal. You'd think by now you'd be used to it.

Carrie: Yeah, right! Just get me on the freaking ground. How much longer?

(The plane hits an air pocket and drops for a brief second)

Carrie: OK, this is not funny anymore.

(Ben laughs)

Carrie: I would smack you but I don't want to hit anything important. On the plane, that is.

Ben: (still chuckling and glancing at Carrie) Hey, you better be nicer to me. I have all the control right now. I'm your God!

Carrie: Would you stop looking at me and look at the goddamn control thingamabobs? You're bad enough in the car. So that is completely normal, you promise?

Ben: You know, one day I am going to take you up here and you aren't going to ask anymore.

Carrie: Don't make fun of me. A lot of people wouldn't even get in a plane this small-give me some credit.

Ben: I know, I know. I do give you credit, honey. Just trust me that I know what I'm doing. It's actually smoothing out now, so the rest of the way should be fine.

Carrie: I do trust you. It is just hard to be up here attached to nothing in this teeny little plane. I mean when it gets all bumpy. I do like it when it's smooth. Believe me, I don't want to be a panic freak, I can't help it.

(Ben reaches a hand over and rests it on Carrie's thigh)

Carrie: (hurriedly) Put that back! 10 and 2! Or whatever it is...I guarantee you are supposed to have 2 hands on that thing!

Ben: (smiling and pulling his hand back) Yes, ma'am. I'll handle the yoke with my 2 hands, and you are in charge of the rest.

(The plane jerks and bumps roughly)

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