Funny or Die Presents...2010

[Terrorist on Flight 77]

[Since the Pilot is still fast asleep, the Navigator begins pushing buttons in the cockpit]

Copilot:
You know what seems weird? Them wanting us to crash the plane into Mount Rushmore. Is it me? Am I...? I dunno. It just seems a little weird, doesn't it?

[Navigator touches his nose and points, the Charades Game symbol for 'You have got it right.']

Copilot:
Well, maybe we should just radio in to Air Traffic Control and just kinda double-check those coordinates.

Navigator:
[laughing] It couldn't hurt. It couldn't hurt to double-check. It couldn't hurt.

Copilot:
Hey, uh, Radio Man! Radio Man?

[the Radio Man swivels in his chair to face the Navigator and Copilot. He is swarthy, bearded, sweating, and looks slightly crazed]

Copilot:
I'm sorry. Uh, I'm so embarrassed; I forgot your name.

[the Radio Man points at his name badge, which reads Rusty O'Brien]

Navigator:
Rusty. Rusty O'Brien.

Copilot:
Rusty O'Brien! Rusty. I am so sorry. So many new faces around here, Rusty, ever since the merger and the buy-out... What was I going to ask you? Oh! Hey, would you run those coordinates by Air Traffic Control? Just see if that's what they meant. 'Cause it seems just a little bit fishy to me.

[Radio Man looks desperate]

Navigator:
Just radio to the Tower.

[Radio Man, who looks as though he is about to cry, puts on his headphones, slaps some switches without looking at them, and takes his headphones off]

Copilot:
[looking at Radio Man] So, that's a yes?

[the Radio Man nods]

Navigator:
All right, there you go.

Copilot:
Okey-doke.

Copilot:
Thanks, Rusty.