- What's that stickin' out? - His lucky golf cap.
Hey.!
You gotta tag his toe.
- He got a name? - Eldridge Cleaver.
Take him in the back, strip him. Hold it.
Let's see what Mr. Cleaver has, or should I say, had.
Wait a minute. Shouldn't I get that?
Tell you what. I'll make you a deal.
You call me whenever you want, I'll tell you what time it is.
Now get movin;
- Eldridge Cleaver. - Shh.
Good evening, Mr. Hoffa.
Amanda Ross. Amanda Ross. Five.
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Can I take a look? Yeah, go on.
Boo!
Any mail for me?
You don't have a Tic-Tac, do you?
What happened? I black out?
Did I land the plane safely? Passengers hurt?
No. Everything's okay?