Martin: Next time it looks like I'm going to follow a piece of your advice, shoot me in the head first!
Frasier: Dad! Why aren't you in Montana?
Martin: Fifteen minutes out, a flock of Canadian geese flew into one of our engines. They were the lucky ones! Next thing you know, we're falling five thousand feet. Smokehouse almonds are flying everywhere. People are
screaming and hugging each other. The guy in the next seat grabbed hold of my hand, and you know what? I didn't pull it away! Then our pilot comes out. Our landing gear's out, we're gonna have to do an emergency belly landing in six feet of foam! So, five hellish minutes later, we're bouncing across the runway. Then the stewardess comes out and says we're gonna have to go down the emergency slide. So down I go, headfirst into this sea of foam. Last thing I remember, this fat lady from across the aisle comes barreling down the chute after me like a polyester avalanche!