[Norm and Cliff from Boston, are taking a flight to Nantucket to go fishing. Brian is preparing for take-off]
Norm Peterson: I can't wait to get out on the water. Do you know how the fishing is over on Nantucket?
Brian Michael Hackett: Oh, yeah, I hear they're biting like pitbulls at a mailman convention.
Cliff Clavin: [scowling at Brian] That's supposed to be funny?
Brian Michael Hackett: I guess not.
[Cliff, sitting in the co-pilot's seat, starts tapping on the covers of the plane's console's indicators]
Brian Michael Hackett: Don't do that.
Cliff Clavin: Ah, your altimeter is stuck at zero there.
Brian Michael Hackett: We're on the ground.
Cliff Clavin: I'm about ready to take off, there. How about you, Sky King?
Brian Michael Hackett: Just one more pre-flight adjustment to make.
Cliff Clavin: What's that?
Brian Michael Hackett: Would you two guys mind switching seats?
Cliff Clavin: Ah, I get it. Weight distribution of payload. Right you are.
[Gets up to change seats with Norm, all the while muttering]
Norm Peterson: Is this for safety reasons?
Brian Michael Hackett: Oh, yeah. If he'd stayed up here, I'd've killed him.