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(On the plane, Kane is sitting in his window seat, grinning widely. He's listening to a CD, but his mind is clearly elsewhere. A stewardess approaches.)
STEWARDESS: Mister Jacobs, the flight is about to take off. If you could please turn off your electronic device until after we're at our cruising altitude...
KANE: Sure.
(Something dawns on him.)
KANE: Wait, did you say we're about to take off?
STEWARDESS: Yes, sir.
KANE: Where's my wife?
(He looks out his window, only to see a bad red dye job wandering around.)
KANE: Oh, fuck... She botched boarding...
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