You Want Me On That Exit Row. You Need Me On That Exit Row!
Son, we fly on planes that have exit rows, and those exit rows have to be manned by people with long legs. Who's gonna do it? You? You, that 5'1" woman who checked in before me? I have longer legs than you could possibly fathom. You weep for your lost legroom, and you curse tall people. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of fitting under your tray table. The seat in front of you, when reclined, does not crush your legs. And my presence in that exit row, while frustrating and aggravating to you, saves legs. You don't want the truth, because deep down in places you haven't stowed your carry-on bag, you want me in that exit row. You need me in that exit row.
Source: Jack Nicholson's "You Can't Handle the Truth" speech in A Few Good Men
Explanation: Through some freak coincidence and no prodding of our own, my wife and I got exit row seating on both flights to and from Florida this weekend.
And, for added fun, don't forget about LEGO Jack Nicholson.
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