Lita Ford

Well, nothing, you a-hole.

You know, like, just grab my cell phone or my bag...

Just like thinking about these things that could help you catch air.

But there's no hope of getting out.

Like the quartet on the Titanic.

At least it wasn't Southwest, because then a flight attendant would have been like, eight minutes, eight minutes of my stand-up I never got to do.

They're rapping now.

They sang to me last night.

And it was, I mean, you know when you get, when you're watching Southern Bomb, and you're like, like you just want to sink down in your chair?

People weren't responsive?

No, there were a lot of old people clapping afterwards, but I was like, ugh.

One of the flight attendants.

That's how they tell you.

Life Houses.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

It was when we landed, and it was, I believe, a song of her own making.

And I think she may have seen my face, because on the way out, she was saying to another guy, like, well, sure, yeah, I started it off a little sharp, but it was on a plane, so I think they can deal.

I was like, no, I still can't deal.

That was what you put us through.

It was not okay.