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Welcome to FYeahCabinPressure. A fuck yeah for the bbc radio comedy, Cabin Pressure written by John Finnemore and starring Benedict Cumberbatch, Roger Allam and Stephanie Cole. Hilary thanks you for flying MJN Air. This is a side blog, we CAN NOT follow back. This is an important post.

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Martin: Arthur, “M”.

Arthur: What? Oh! Mountain, Moccasin, Magma.

Carolyn: What's this now?

Douglas: Arthur's trying to learn the phonetic alphabet. He favors the spot-check method of revision and none of the above Arthur, no.

Arthur: Err, Molecule, Mongoose, Mosquito

Martin: Shorter.

Arthur: Mosque!

Carolyn: It's a name.

Arthur: Macnamara, Mitchison, Moon.

Douglas: A first name.

Arthur: Martin, Maggie, Milly, Molly, Mandy, Matthew, Michael.

Carolyn: Nearly, shorter.

Arthur: Micky, Mick, Mi, Mo!

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If you have any bombs…they’re not allowed on the aeroplane. Please put them…in the bin.

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Hi … guys. I am most glad to have you all with me on the plane for this short trip from … here to the U.K. My name is … Doug… Smith,

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Carolyn: Where is Martin?

Douglas: His hat blew off.

Carolyn: Blew off? How did it blow off? It’s bigger than he is.

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The man in the loo refuses to come out, so give Douglas your hat.

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Arthur: Chaps? Have we landed?

Douglas: Yes, Arthur. Well spotted.

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Carolyn: Arthur. Say something.

Arthur: Ooh! Okay! What shall I say?

Carolyn: Well, anything, just so I know where you are and I don’t tread on you getting back to my seat.

Arthur: Oh, right! ♪ Here I am, don’t tread on me. Here I am, don’t tread on me. Here I am, don’t tread on me. Here I am, don’t tread on me... ♪

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Yves Jutteau: Anything else?

Martin: Yes, actually. Fire truck.

Yves Jutteau: Yes?

Martin: Well, what do you mean, "fire truck"?

Yves Jutteau: I can find no words that describe a fire truck better than "fire truck".

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Carolyn: Good morning, gentlemen! How are we today? Satiated with the delights of New York, all ready to go home?

Douglas: Yes

Martin: Mmm, absolutely.

Carolyn: Then home we shall go. Almost straight away...

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Breeda: You’re paying an extra forty, or you’re staying here ’til you can get another cab.

Martin: Forty Euros will be fine. Thank you.

Carolyn: Oh, will it indeed? Well, I’m going to stop it out of your wages.

Martin: That’ll be a good trick if you can do it.

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Oh hello Gordon! Look at you there, sitting in someone else’s aircraft with your hands on the control column, for all the world like you were about to steal it. I might get a picture of that!

First Officer Douglas Richardson (via quotesfromanairdot)

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Martin: You’re sure you’re not hungry?

Douglas: No, I had something at the hotel.

Martin: Did you?! Well, no-one else did. We were all complaining there was no food.

Douglas: Yes, well – I rustled something up.

Martin: Did you really? And could that possibly have anything to do with why my shirt smells of bacon?

Douglas: How could it possibly have anything to do with that?

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No one calls me ‘dearie’ and gets away with it!

Carolyn Knapp-Shappey (via quotesfromanairdot)

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Martin: Just occurred to me, for weeks like this, we really ought to have a pilots’ lounge.

Carolyn: A what?

Martin: A pilots’ lounge.

Carolyn: Martin, the very last thing I want to do is encourage either of you to do any more lounging than you already do.

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Martin: But surely no one will sue someone for trying to save their life!

Douglas: Let’s face it. If anyone would, Mr Lehman would.

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You cannot put one jet in a line.

If MJN is anything, it is an air dot.

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Carl: Welcome home, Golf Tango India. Vacate runway to your right, and taxi to your stand.

Martin: Thank you, Carl. Oh, incidentally, be advised: as we landed, we saw a large hawk or kestrel about fifty feet from the runway.

Carl: Noted, Golf Tango India. What was it doing?

Douglas: Watching how it’s supposed to be done.