Soul Plane (2004) - Quotes

Taglines: Announcing the arrival of the first airline with soul.

Taglines: The party is nonstop

Taglines: We Fly, We Party, We Land

Taglines: What goes up, must get down.

Quotes about Soul Plane: [http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A60384-2004May27.html "'Soul Plane': Crash And Burn"] * Sara Gebhardt, , Washington Post, 28 May 2004, page WE33

Quotes about Soul Plane: [...] Viewers have a chance to take a crash course in tastelessness by watching another piece of nouveau blaxploitation, where black people decked out in their bling-bling sing and dance to raunchy hip-hop music and eat fried chicken while sipping Alize. An hour and a half of real airplane turbulence is better than sitting through the bad, offensive material that makes up "Soul Plane.

Mr. Hunkee: [[w:Punk'd|punk'd] Alright, congratulations everybody! You guys have been ]! There's cameras everywhere, right son?

Billy Hunkee: We'll be back in like five minutes with the release forms! Come on!

Riggs: Captain, what is wrong with you?

Captain: I'm afraid of heights.

Riggs and Gaeman: AFRAID OF HEIGHTS?!

Captain Mack: Hey, yo Game, why don't you go secure the cockpit, homie.

Gaeman: [locks the cockpit door] Yes, right away. This motherfucker is locked.

Captain Mack: [picks up a bobble head doll; shakes bobble head, making it nod its head; the plane starts up and backs up; hits a switch; camera cuts to some surprised passengers; plane bounces around] Fred G. Sanford, my n*****, and the "G" is for going places, can you dig it? Now we ready to roll. Oh nerves got switches in this, huh? Mmm yum, and they work! Oh this is hot yo! Yeah!

Gaeman: [plane continues bouncing] Oh my gosh!

Captain Mack: Bounce with me! This has hooked up!

Gaeman: Like an elephant!

Captain Mack: [[w:Ignition (Remix)|Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce!] Yeah! ]

Gaeman: [puts a CD in the stereo] Hey, I have the perfect music for this! Yes I have it right here. Huh what what... huh what what-

Captain Mack: [interrupts Gaeman] Hey man, hold on man, hold on.

Gaeman: Like an elephant! Ha ha!

Captain Mack: Naw man, you got to turn that bullsh*t off, man. Can't be ridin to that bullsh*t, man.

Gaeman: Don't you insult my music.

Captain: Ride ya some gangsta sh*t, pop that in man. Captain don't want to hear that Zimbabwe-ah-wa-wa-wa sh*t.

Gaeman: [takes out his CD, puts in Mack's CD] It's not sh*t.

Captain Mack: Whatever, get it out of here. I'm the captain of this motherf*cking sh*t.

Billy Hunkee: Oh shoot!

Barbara: Terminal Malcolm X?

Worldwide Airlines Ticket Agent: OK, Mr. Hunkee, I have good news and bad news. The bad news is that your flight 114 to JFK has been cancelled.

Barbara: Oh, for the love of...

Worldwide Airlines Ticket Agent: [in background] But, the good news is that we have found another airline that can accommodate you this evening. Would you be interested in flying another airline?

Mr. Hunkee: No problem.

Worldwide Airlines Ticket Agent: OK, four tickets for flight... 069, on NWA. What you gonna wanna do is go to gate 1, uh, that's Terminal X, and we'll send your luggage on down for you.

Mr. Hunkee: Thank you.

Worldwide Airlines Ticket Agent: Good luck!

Heather Hunkee: Fine. For a couple more hours. I am 17 and then I'll be 18. Then I can party and have sex.

Mr. Hunkee: Sex?! No, no.

Heather Hunkee: Yeah, sex. Missionary, doggie-style, rocking the baby, getting tea-bagged, playing the trombone while I'm tossing a salad, hand jobs, ear jobs, blow jobs. Getting a pearl necklace, riding the bologna pony... sucking--

Mr. Hunkee: That's enough!

Blanca: [after catching Method Man staring at her chest] Ain't no drink down there.

Muggsy: There isn't.

Gaeman: Please, man, I...

Captain Mack: What part of "You ain't flying this plane" don't you understand? Sit back and enjoy the flight, Idi Amin!

Middle Eastern Passenger: [everything goes silent] This is the bomb! What...? Let's dance!

Blind Man: I'm a player, but I don't play that way!

Blanca: [in Spanish, to Muggsy] : I'll bet you have the tiniest penis.

Flame: [[:w:Colt 45 (malt liquor)|Colt 45; [:w:Sierra Mist|Sierra Mist] Now, how much ] to ] do you mix to get bubbly? Probably half and half.

Flame: [After hearing Muggsy say he's got a cock fight in 10 minutes] Cock fight? I'm in.

Flame: [calmly, after a stewardess has whispered something into his ear; screams] I'll handle this. THE CAPTAIN'S DEAD!

Captain Mack: [looking into the cockpit] This is some cool shoot, fit for a real nerve.

Captain Mack: Ladies and Gentlemen, we have reached our cruising altitude of 33 thousand feet... 33 THOUSAND FEET? Oh shoot, man! We flyin higher than Redman at the Source Awards!

Captain Mack: Testicles, 1, 2... Testicles, 1, 2. Hey y'all, what's crackalackin? This is your soul plane chauffeur Captain Antoine Mack speaking. Welcome aboard NWA flight 069 from the 310 to the 212. It's time to bust this coney y'all. In a hot second, I'll be hittin them switches and gettin this bitch pumpin and jumpin'. So screw your shoot on tight and enjoy the flight.

Nashawn: [after seeing that business class has been turned into a casino] I'm going back to the front of the plane. When I get back, I want this to be business class.

Nashawn: You know hard it is to get 84 inch tires?!

Nashawn: Everybody! Top deck! Drinks on me!