Rachel: Oh, honey, I'm sure there's nothing wrong with the plane. Alright, look, I have to go. I love you, and I will call you the minute I get to Paris.
Nervous Male Passenger: Um, what was that?
Rachel: Oh, that was just my crazy friend. She told me I should get off the plane, because she had a feeling that there was something wrong with the left phalange.
Nervous Male Passenger: Okay. Uh, that doesn't sound good.
Rachel: Oh, I wouldn't worry about it. She's always coming up with stuff like this, and you know what? She's almost never right.
Nervous Male Passenger: But she is sometimes?
Rachel: Well... Wait, what are you doing?
Nervous Male Passenger: Well, I can't take this plane now.
Stewardess: Excuse me, sir? Where are you going?
Nervous Male Passenger: I have to get off this plane, okay? Her friend has a feeling something's wrong with the left phalange.
Rachel: Could I get some peanuts?
Female Passenger: What's wrong with the plane?
Stewardess: There's nothing wrong with the plane.
Nervous Male Passenger: Yeah! The left phalange.
Stewardess: There is no phalange!
Nervous Male Passenger: Oh, my God. This plane doesn't even have a phalange.
Female Passenger: I'm not flying on it.
Stewardess: Ma'am, please sit down.
Male Passenger: What's going on?
Nervous Male Passenger: We're all getting off. There is no phalange!
Rachel: This is ridiculous. I - Yeah, okay.