No full review, just some bits and pieces from me.
MARTIN: Fitton approach. This is Golf Echo Romeo Tango India, climbing to six thousand feet, left turn, direct Luton.
AIR TRAFFIC CONTROL: Okey dokey, have fun.
MARTIN: Carl, …
AIR TRAFFIC CONTROL: Roger, Golf Tango India.
MARTIN: Thank you.
I like Carl. I really really like Carl. And I think Martin likes Carl.
The whole Simon says stuff is hilarious.
ARTHUR: May I inform yourself that MJN does run a fully comprehensive non-smoking service, and as such result of this, all cigarettes, cigars, and cigarillos must be extinguished upon embarkation and retained in a state of extinguishment until termination of disembarkation. Thank yourself for your cooperation.
It is a bit weird that Arthur can memorize these little speeches perfectly, but when it comes to the phonetic alphabet…
I still don’t like the Mr. Lehman bits. Martin crying feels OOC to me, and I don’t think it’s very funny Arthur accidentally causes his death.
MARTIN: Fine, fine. We’ll go to Boston. But only if…
MARTIN: Douglas talks to Shanwick.
DOUGLAS: My pleasure.Hello, Shanwick. Greetings once again from the merry men of Yo-Yo Airways.
The divert/not divert discussions I found hilarious. And it warms my heart that Douglas doesn’t even tease Martin about not daring to talk to Shanwick again. Deep down, they are such good friends.
ARTHUR: Well, goodbye then. I feel someone should, erm, say a few words. Hamilton R. Lehman. Born 1943 in… America, probably. Died 2008 in the sky… definitely. Non-vegetarian option. I didn’t know you for very long, Mr. Lehman, but I’ll always remember you as a shouty man. You loved to shout. Shout and smoke. Those were your twin passions. And so, in a way, I suppose you died doing what you loved: shouting and smoking and covered in foam. I don’t know if you liked that. You probably didn’t. Still. Goodbye. Rest in peace. Thank you for flying MJN Air!
Absolutely brilliant, that speech.
MARTIN: Well, I do think so. And I am an airline captain, the commander of this vessel, and I am willing to swear anywhere that he absolutely did. He gave me a little wave, and then he pointed at you, and then he tapped his watch as if to say, “Why aren’t I in the hospital already?,” and then he relapsed into his unconscious state. So, it seems to me you can either refuse to take him, and I can while away the hours I spent waiting with him filing a complaint against you for negligence, which will tie us all up in endless red tape, until I eventually agree that maybe what I saw was just rigor mortis. Or, you can take him with you now, in your big empty ambulance, to the hospital, to which you are going anyway, and we can all hope and pray he doesn’t die on the way.
Oh Martin, I am so proud of you. And I love the fact that he’s also very, very proud of himself.
I think the ep should have ended here. I don’t think it’s funny Martin gets arrested. It’s unrealistic, OTT, and it only adds to the premisse of ‘Martin almost always has bad luck’ which was already obvious during the ep.
So, not one of my favourite eps, but, still highly relisteningable, if that is a word. Cabin Pressure is brilliant even when it is not.