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Murder on the Dirigible

OGLETHORPE: (rises) First, let me introduce myself. I’m Nicholas
Oglethorpe the Third, but you can call me Nick.

MACALLISTER: (coolly) Yes, Mr. Oglethorpe. Is there any problem
with your seat?

OGLETHORPE: Uh, no. I guess not. (sits) I just wondered, that is, I
mean, uh, how long have you been a stewardess?

MACALLISTER: For quite some time, sir. Let me assure you that all
the employees of the West Coast Helium Navigation Company are
completely qualified and experienced. I have been working this
particular route for only a few months, but prior to that I served for
more than a year on the Portland-Seattle and San Diego-Phoenix
dirigibles.

OGLETHORPE: Oh, I’m sorry. I wasn’t questioning your ability. I
just wanted to make conversation.

MACALLISTER: Yes, sir. Well, I must be attending to my duties. I
hope you have a pleasant flight, sir. (walks toward rear of cabin)

POMELLO: (as MacAllister passes) Oh, stewardess.

MACALLISTER: Yes, madam?

POMELLO: Bring me a glass of the special stuff in the upper
cabinet, would you. My nerves need steadying.

MACALLISTER: Pardon me? I don’t understand. Would you like a
glass of orange juice?

POMELLO: Say, that’s a laugh: orange juice! Don’t you know who I
am, girl?

MACALLISTER: No, madam, I do not.

POMELLO: No, I don’t suppose you do. I can’t keep up with all the
new faces around here. I’m Rita Pomello, one of the owners of this
flying freak show.

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