Things get raucously funny aboard the maiden flight of a black-owned airline, thanks to some last-minute passenger additions.

Captain Mack: This is your soul plane chauffeur Captain Antoine Mack speaking. Welcome aboard NWA flight 069 from the 310 to the 212. It's time to bust this coney y'all. In a hot second, I'll be hittin' them switches and gettin' this bitch pumpin' and jumpin'. So screw your sh*t on tight and enjoy the flight.
Flame: [calmly, after a stewardess has whispered something into his ear] I'll handle this.
Flame: [screams] THE CAPTAIN'S DEAD!
Captain Mack: Testicles, 1, 2... Testicles, 1, 2.
Blanca: [after catching Method Man staring at her chest] Ain't no drink down there.
Muggsy: The hell there ain't.
Gaeman: Please, man, I...
Captain Mack: What part of "You ain't flying this motherfuckin' plane" don't you understand? Sit the fuck back and enjoy the flight, Idi Amin!
[last lines]
Middle Eastern Passenger: This is the bomb!
[everything goes silent]
Middle Eastern Passenger: What...? Let's dance!
Captain Mack: Ladies and Gentlemen, we have reached our cruising altitude of 33 thousand feet... 33 THOUSAND FEET? Oh shit, man! We fuckin' higher than Redman at the Source Awards!
Jamiqua: Now look I'm just here to find the little black box so I can wrap my big Black ass around it. Now if I have to ride that tiny, indestructible motherfucker 30,000 feet to safety, trust you'll hear a Bitch screaming 'hi ho silver'. Where's the box?
Blind Man: I'm a player, but I don't play that way!
Shaniece: When the buzzer pops, nigga, you stop!
Blanca: [in Spanish, to Muggsy] I'll bet you have the tiniest penis.