Michael: Can I get a copy of the magazine, please?
Starsky: No, I'm sorry, they're actually for passengers. We don't even give out honey nuts, so we're not gonna give you a magazine.
Supervisor Spoon: Who wants honey nuts?
Michael: I don't want the honey nuts. I want to just jump onto the plane, grab a magazine.
Supervisor Spoon: Okay, yeah, sure, we just let people walk onto the plane all the time. Do you want a box cutter also?
Michael: Oh. Nice.
Jaspar: These guys are jerks. Take that, take that.
Michael: Tell you what, give me a one-way ticket to your cheapest destination, please.
Supervisor Spoon: You lucked out. Today, it's Pittsburgh.
Starsky: He's good.
Michael: What's the second cheapest?

Narrator: So Michael ended up spending a little more to fly a little less. And after some confusion at security...
TSA Agent: But you've got nothing in your luggage.
Michael: I wasn't supposed to be traveling today. I told you, it was a voting situation, there was a miscalculation.
TSA Agent: Well, I mean, obviously P-Hound's gonna vote against you. I've never seen nothing-
Michael: These three people with burkas just walked right by you.

Narrator: He found his seat. Unfortunately the seat he was assigned didn't have a seat back pocket.
Michael: Hello, hi, does each ticket entitle the passenger to an in-flight magazine?
Flight Attendant: No, it only guarantees you a seat. Perhaps I can ask another passenger for one, or if I'd rather, you can.
Narrator: Michael had to go back four seats before someone would. And Michael kicked himself for a pose he thought would express humility to Sanjiv, the Altitude photographer.

Narrator: And so, Michael, a man who'd for years threatened to leave his family, but had always stayed for his son, a man who no longer had that excuse nor anywhere to live, found himself with nothing to lose in a town that he'd always imagined would be his destiny. And for the first time in many years, Michael had hope.