A re-creation of the conversation on the flight: (S = stewardess)
QT: Blahh! Outta the way! My BACK hurts!
S: Mr Tarantino, you sit up front in first class!
QT (Mr Orange hand motions): Look alriiiight, my fuckin back hurts okayyyy, I dont wanna sit up in no first class fuckin seat alriiiight.
S: Mr Tarantino, we have nice food up there, good drink too. Period on the Beach?
QT (pointing finger): Look goddamnit, I said NO alriiight!! Do I have a sign on my forehead that says: FIRST CLASS PASSENGER?! I DONT FUCKIN THINK SO okayyyy!
S: But…
QT: Butt OUT!! Wheres my wifey?! WIFEY!..where the fuck is that bi- WIFEY?!!
Tiffany: Yes dear?!
QT: Wifey, get this irritating bastard outta my fuckin face!
Tiff: YES DEAR!
S: (sobbing)
Tiff: Mr Tarantino wants to sit in coach with the regular folk!! (We see a fat guy itching his ass)…You understand english?!
S: What?
Tiff: English motherfucker! Do you speak it?!
S: Y-y-yes!
Tiff: Then you understand what we’re sayin! Leave HIM alone!
QT (in old 30s gangster voice): Myeahhh! See?! Leave me alone or itll be coitins for ya see?! COITINS!!
S runs away crying.
QT: Good job wife!
Tiff: Thanks Hubby!!..HUBBY!
QT: Yes Wife?! I love you wife I just wanted to say that before this rant is over.
Tiff: Rolling Thunder is being shown in first class today!
(Suddenly we see a glow and QT magically begins to sit up straight. He loses his anger and becomes happy again)
QT: Sheeeeeeit Filipino thats all you had to say!!
QT and Tiff smile.
We see a Shaw Brothers style freeze frame/triumphant music sting and a title comes up:
THE END
