QUINT: Jesus H Christ, when I was a boy, every little squirt wanted to fly in first class or at least economy. What d’ya have there - a portable toilet or a torture seat?
HOOPER: New “saddle-seat”.
QUINT: New “saddle-seat”. You sit in seat?
[Hooper nods]
QUINT: Seat goes in the plane, you go in the plane. Seat’s in the plane. Our seat.
[sings]
QUINT: Farewell and adieu to you, fair Spanish ladies. Farewell and adieu, you ladies of Spain. For we’ve received orders for to fly back to Boston. And so nevermore shall we see you again.
Good one!....very creative!