Pan Am | Maggie Becomes The Lead Stewardess (ft. Christina Ricci) | Love Love

Excuse me, miss? Yes? I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name. Colette. Thank you so much for taking Tommy up to the cockpit. Oh, it was our pleasure. He's a very sweet boy. Could you sit for a moment? Is that allowed, visiting with the passengers? Yes. I can't imagine what it's like to be on your feet for so long. You get accustomed to it. I wanted to ask you where you get your eyelashes. They look so natural. No, they are natural. They're mine. Darn. I was hoping they were Parisian and I could pick up a pair. You're blessed. Aren't you, miss? What are you drawing, Tommy? Oh, last night, they were space rockets. This month, it's airplanes. Lovely. You're an artist. Miss, could I have another martini, please? John, don't drive her off. No, not at all. My pleasure. Hi. Gander Oceanic, Ripper 2-2. Go ahead. They don't mean Bridget, do they? Do you copy, Clipper 22? Roger, Gander Oceanic, Clipper 2-2. Thanks for passing that along. Over. Bridget loves Pan Am. She wouldn't quit. Never trust a radio. They once lost track of me for three weeks in Brazil. Miss... What? She'd have to quit. If she got married... What, Bridget? Oh, Dean, the whole company knows about you two. I didn't know. Everybody but Sanjeev knows about you two. But you get engaged. You son of a bitch! Congratulations. If you're engaged, why is she in London? Oh, who knows where that woman ever is? She barely made it on the plane in Cuba. She was in Cuba. We all were. Flooded the last DC-6, full of released Bay of Pigs prisoners for Uncle Sam. Playing with the mutiny? It wasn't a mutiny.