Gate Attendant: Madame, your passport please?
Rachel: Oh, my God. I was so afraid I wasn't gonna remember any of my high-school French, but I understood every word you just said.
Gate Attendant: Your boarding pass, please.
Rachel: Oh, shoot. I had it. Oh, I can't believe this.
Gate Attendant: Madame, if you don't have your boarding pass-
Rachel: I have it, I have it, I have it. Okay, I can't find it, but I remember that I was in seat 32C, because that's my bra-size.
Gate Attendant: Madame, you must have your boarding pass.
Rachel: Okay, fine. But you know what? If I was in 36D, we would not be having this problem.