"Uh, Mrs. Hill." "we've been over this before." "As you said yourself, uh, you overeat because, uh... having a beautiful body, you feel, threatens you." "A—A—And for some reason, having a fat body doesn't threaten you." "Well, I'm—— I'm happy to hear you've been—— you've been able to control it." "Mrs. Hill." "Yeah, I— I— I can't understand you... w—with your mouth full." "Add the whites of four eggs, one cup of bread crumbs——" "I don't know, Margaret." "Bob hates chicken." "And so far it doesn't sound like there's anything in this recipe... that's gonna make him hate this chicken any less." "Add one cup of bourbon." "Margaret, are you sure you tried this recipe?" "Sure. it's great." "The only problem is you can't drive for at least two hours after you eat." "Hi, Honey." "— Hi, Dear." "— Hi." "[Clears Throat] Hello, Margaret." "I'm starved." "What are we having for dinner?" "— Chicken." "— Oh." "Would you take your hands out of the chicken?" "I—— I want to tell you something." "I can listen with my hands in chicken." "This is the kind of news you don't want to have your hands... in chicken when you hear it." "You know that workshop I'm giving for—— for people that are terriﬁed of flying?" "— Uh—huh. — Well, they're—— they're finally gonna have to face their fears... and we're going up in an airplane together." "Oh, that's wonderful." "Now—— Now can I get back to the, uh——" "I haven't gotten to the wonderful part yet." "What do you think of New York?" "Oh, it's one of your bigger cities." "No, we figured as long as we're up in the air, we—— we may as well go somewhere." "So, I got an extra ticket for you to go to New York with me." "Hey, that's wonderful!" "— Yeah, we can—— we can take in some shows." "— And I know a great restaurant... where they have the best lobster in the world." "— Now, what's it called?" "— E—Emily and I can go shopping on 5th Avenue." "I love shopping on 5th Avenue." "Listen, I'll go see if I can find the name of that restaurant." "Great." "Uh—— Oh, I think the New York Philharmonic's in town." "—Yeah, it is!" "It is!" "— Oh, we're gonna have such a——" "Why, uh—— Why is Margaret having such a great time in New York and you're not?" "Bob, there's something I never told you." "You know those people you're going to New York with who are afraid to ﬁy?" "Yeah." "I'm one of them." "— You're afraid of flying?" "— That's what I said." "Well, honey, that's just... stupid." "Do you tell those people in your workshop... who are terriﬁed of flying that they're stupid?" "Well, of course not, honey." "But!" "don't love them." "I mean, I love you." "And when you love somebody... i—it's all right to tell them that they're being stupid." "W—What exactly are you afraid of?" "The part where you're off the ground." "Re—Remember when I asked you where you wanted to go on our honeymoon..." "Hawaii orAcapulco?" "Did flying have anything to do with the fact you chose Gary, Indiana?" "Hello, Bob, Emily." "Can you spare a drink?" "Ho ward perfect timing." " was just talking to Em//y about flying." "Oh, please." "Let's not talk about flying." "I just got back from Los Angeles." "It was the hairiest flight I ever had." "First time the pilot ever got sick." "[Sighs]" "Emily, so—— so he had one rotten flight." "I mean, how often does that happen?" "Happens every time we go over those darn mountains." "Uh, what's happening to that drink anyway?" "Howard, I'm trying to convince Emily that flying is safe." "Emily doesn't think flying's safe?" "Emily, Emily, Emily—— You think I'd spend my life flying if it wasn't safe?" "And when I first started flying, I realized that's where I wanted to be." "That—— That freedom." "That serenity." "The sense of peace." "When did you start flying, Howard?" "During the war." "— Emily, what happened to all the bourbon?" "— Oh, I put it in the chicken." "Would you like a glass of chicken, Howard?" "Maybe later, Bob." "— Uh, did I get any mail while I was gone?" "— I'll get it." "It's in the den." "— Howard, look." "You want to be some help to me?" "— Yeah." "Don't talk about flying." "I'm trying to talk Emily into flying into New Yorkwith me." "— Right." "Gotcha." "— Okay?" "You know, I—I've been thinking." "I have to admit." "I was a little edgy about flying." "But now!" "feel better about everything." "I knew it. 'Cause i—it just—— It didn't sound like you, you know?" "Yeah, I—— I just felt a million times better the moment I realized... there is no way you're gonna get me on that plane." "— Morning, Carol." "— Mmm." "Any mail?" "— Any phone call or messages?" "— Mm—hmm." "W—W—What are you doing?" "Oh, I'm just finishing up your astrology chart." "I can tell you anything you want to know about yourself." "I—I don't believe in astrology." "Of course you don't." "My chart says you're very skeptical." "Anything else you want to know?" "Anywhere on that chart it can tell me whether I have any phone calls or messages?" "Always inquisitive." "I'm right again." "All right." "Now, the airline called—— 22 reservations to New York." "— You're all confirmed." "— Great." "Emily canceled out." "I got to unconfirm the confirmation." "Get me the airline on the phone, would you?" "Oh, sure." "Oh, listen, Bob——" "Now, when you talk to the airline... don't mention to them that you're a psychology group." "Because in order to get you the commercial discount..." "I had to tell them you were something else." "—What?" "— A marching band." "[Intercom Buzzing]" "—Yeah?" "—[Carol ] Airline on two." "Thank you." "Hello." "Yeah, hi." "This is—— This is Bob Hartley." "Yeah." "I'm holding confirmed reservations on your New York Flight 21 for 22 on the 29th." "Yeah, I'd like to change that to 21." "I realize it's Flight 21." "I—I'm changing the 22 people to 21." "Twenty—one on Flight 21 on the 29th." "Now, originally we were gonna have 20 take the return flight to Chicago... which is your Flight 26 on the 30th." "And my wife and I were gonna stay in New York over the weekend... and return to Chicago on your Flight 54 on the 31 st." "Right." "Yeah, I'd like to change that." "I really have to." "Yeah." "Yeah." "Now, it's all 21 returning on your Chicago Flight 26 on the 30th." "And cancel the two on 54 on the 31 st." "You got that all?" "That's amazing." "Well, thank you very much." "No, we—— we won't need any special help with the band instruments." "We, uh—— We play harmonicas." "— Thank you very much." "Good—bye." "— [Knocking]" "Hey, Bob." "— Hi Jerry — [Sighs]" "—You're smiling." "—Yeah." "That either means you're feeling great or you're feeling bad." "I'm feeling great." "Carol just finished my astrology chart." "She said, among other things, I am artistic, witty and sexy." "— I don't believe in that stuff." "— She also said my feelings get hurt very easily." "No, I mean I don't believe in astrology." "I think you're artistic and witty and... the other one." "Hey, Bob, is the flight of the chickens still taking off for New York this weekend?" "Jerry, I wish you wouldn't refer to it as a "flight of chickens."" "A totally irrational fear is a very real thing to these people." "Bob, you don't have to tell me about fear." "I deal with it every day at my work." "Oh, sure." "When you—— When you put the braces on the kids' teeth." "You know, we really face the same problems." "You know that?" "One big difference." "When your patients get afraid, they don't bite your fingers." "One did." "Anyway, if there's still an opening on your "fear of flight" workshop to New York..." "I'd like you to book my brother on it." "H—How long has your brother been afraid of flying?" "No, not flying." "He's afraid of New York." "He's a salesman." "He gets mugged there from time to time." "Jerry, I—I'd love to help your brother, but by the time I get through... getting 20 people on a plane who are afraid of flying..." "I—I'm not going to be in any condition to help someone who's afraid to get off." "Okay." "Well, if you ever have a workshop... for people who are afraid of places like New York City... keep my brother in mind." "He's not too crazy about Detroit either." "[ Door Closes]" "[Intercom Buzzing]" "—Yeah?" "— [ Carol] Emily's calling on one." "Thank you." "Hi, Emily." "Hi, Bob." "Guess what?" "I'm flying to New York with you." "That's great." "What—— What made you change your mind?" "— Howard did." "— Well, how did Howard do it?" "He said some very reassuring things." "Howard from across the hall?" "That's great." "You know I'm very proud ofyou?" "Well, I thought I'd let you know before you change the airline reservations." "You just missed." "— Aw. — I—I'll call 'em back and I'll change the reservations... back to the way I had 'em before I changed them." "— Emily?" "— Uh—huh?" "If I don't get the same reservations clerk..." "I could be late for dinner tonight." "All right." "E—Everybody, you want to settle down and take your seats?" "Oh, yes." "Now, a—as you all know, this is our last fear of flying workshop——" "And, uh, I just want to remind you we'll all be flying to New York on Friday... just in case that may have slipped your minds." "Uh, first we're gonna have a guest speaker." "He's my neighbor, but he's also a navigator on one of the big jets." "But, uh, since he isn't here yet, I'd like to introduce my second surprise." "This is my wife, Emily." "She's a new member to our group, and she's also afraid of flying." "Oh, isn't that nice?" "Emily, you want—— you want to explain w—what led to your—— your fear of flying?" "Oh, I don't think anybody would be interested in my story." "I——I just thought I'd sit and listen tonight." "I feel you have a lot of hostility toward me." "Why—— Why do you say that, Mr. Carlin?" "Uh, because Emily, by refusing to tell her story... is implying that her fear is better than mine." "I don't like it." "I feel threatened by it." "And I don't know how to deal with it." "[Clears Throat]" "Em—Emily, do you—— do you have any hostility to—— to Mr. Carlin?" "No." "I—— I just didn't think anybody would be interested in my story." "I——I really just thought I'd sit and listen tonight." "You know, I like you for saying that." "Thank you." "I like you too, very much." "I don't believe you." "All right." "Emily, maybe you'd better start by... telling the members of the group when you first became aware of this fear of flying." "Right." "Well, i—it was in college." "I—It was just a little thing." "A bunch of us were flying with the team to Ann Arbor for the big Michigan—Northwestern game." "And when that plane started rolling down that runway... you know, I—— / just got this horrible, terriﬁed feeling" "— And I just knew I wasn't gonna make it to Ann Arbor. — [ Group Murmuring]" "No." "But I——I think the point is... she did make it to Ann Arbor, or she wouldn't be here today." "Uh, no." "I'm here because I made them turn the plane around." "You—— You made them turn the plane around?" "That's big." "Did—— Did any of you go to the airport as I suggested... to sort of get used to the atmosphere and the—— the feel——" "Yeah, uh, Mrs. Bakerman, you want to describe some of your feelings?" "Well, I was fine in the beginning." "And then I noticed that my hands were sort of sweating." "I felt faint, and my heart was racing." "Then I realized it was just fear, like you said." "— Th—Then what did you do?" "— I got in the car and went to the airport." "S—Some of you have expressed a lack of confidence in the men that ﬁy the big jets." "And that's why I invited Howard Borden." "Howard Borden is a navigator." "He's been one for over I 5 years." "And he's logged over 25 million miles without incident." "Boy, I'm sorry I'm late, but!" "got lost." "I thought you told me to turn right, and I made a——" "This is Howard Borden." "Bob, can I speak to you outside, please, for a minute?" "Why don't you have a general discussion?" "I'll be back in just a minute." "What are all those people doing in there?" "I mean, I thought you told me it was gonna be a small group." "Well, it is a small group." "There—— There are only about 20 people." "No." "Three is a small group." "Twenty people is a mob." "I mean, I can't speak in front of a lot of people." "I just fall to pieces." "I really fall to pieces." "Something's wrong." "I know it." "Something's wrong with the building." "[No Audible Dialogue]" "Just——just take a few deep breaths and relax." "You'll be fine." "All right." "Y—You want to start with some questions?" "— Uh,yeah." "—Yes?" "Uh, I read in this magazine that your pilots today... suffer from this ailment caused by flying too many hours at too fast a speed." "I—It's called jet lag" "It dulls the senses and slows the reflexes." "What do you say to that?" "— Howard?" "— What?" "Ar—Aren't you gonna answer the question?" "Oh, I'm sorry." "I thought you were talking to Bob." "Uh, what was the question again?" "I think you just answered it." "All right, everybody." "Y—You want to make sure you have your airline tickets." "Make sure you didn't leave 'em in the office." "Just to be on the safe side, let's everyone hold up their airline tickets." "All right." "I'll—— I'll see you all at Gate 47." "Its a—— a pleasure hearing you, Mr. Borden." "You really set me straight on you guys." "You know, it's funny how everybody's afraid to go up in an airplane... and nobody's afraid to get in an elevator which is held up by one thin little cable." "You did say you're going to New York for the weekend." "Or are you moving there for life?" "Margaret, this is not my fault." "Bob said that packing would relax me." "I just started a little too early, that's all." "— [ Phone Ringing] — Oh, I'll bet that's Bob." "He said he'd call before I left the house." "Hello?" "Hi, Bob." "Nervous?" "No." "New York?" "Is that—— Is that today?" "I don't know why!" "said it." "I just thought it was kind of cute." "Yeah, I'm ready to go." "N—No, I didn't pack your blue tie." "Oh, o—okay." "I'll—— I'll pack it now." "Okay, honey." "I'll see you on the, uh, thing" "Bye." "Mrs. Bakerman, everything fine?" "Fine, Dr. Hartley.just ﬁne." "I know I'm not nervous." "I always stutter when I'm nervous." "— Oh, my." "— What—— What's wrong?" "— I just stuttered, didn't I?" "— No." "Oh." "Oh, Mr. Carlin." "Mr.—— Mr. Gianelli." "[Clears Throat]" "Just about the way I pictured it." "A long, thin tube." "Well, now try—— try not to think of it that way." "— Uh, where do you want to sit?" "— Next to the emergency exit." "Oh, uh, all the emergency exits are gone." "I—— I need a door." "I got to have a seat with a door." "How about those two over there?" "They'd be right near that exit." "— That's not an exit." "It's a restroom." "— I'll take it!" "He—He'll be all right." "I—I'll look after him." "— Hi, honey." "— Hi." "— How do you feel?" "— Okay, so far." "— Where—— Where do you want to sit?" "— Next to you." "Well, you're in luck." "I just happened to reserve the seat next to me." "Honey—— Honey, relax." "This is just as safe as sitting in that big armchair in our living room." "Oh, thanks." "It helps to think of it that way." "— Oh, don't forget to buckle your seat belt." "— Yeah." "[ jet Engines Whirring]" "Guys, as you've probably guessed, that's the sound of the engines starting up." "D—Don't let the sound disturb you." "As we discussed in the office many times... the only time to worry is when you can't h—hear the engines." "All right." "I'm gonna be right here through the whole trip." "And once we're up in the air, we can walk around and talk and share our feelings." "Now, here's our stewardess." "I'm sure she has some very reassuring words for us." "Welcome aboard Pathfinder Flight 21." "We hope you'll have a very pleasant flight to New York City." "If the cabin pressure changes suddenly... an oxygen mask will drop in front of you." "In this event, please extinguish all cigarettes.... and pull firmly down on the mask and place it over your nose and mouth thusly." "Then continue to breath normally." "I am now going to point out all the emergency exits." "If you have any problems at all during our flight... just press the stewardess call buttons located in the panels directly above your head." "[ Beeping]" "I guess—— I guess we could discuss our feelings now... if anybody wants to do that." "— Anybody want to do that?" "— Excuse me, sir." "You must sit down now and buckle up." "Oh, I'm gonna have to sit down and buckle up now." "But, uh, you—— you won't have to worry a—about a thing." "I—— I understand even the pilots do it." "It's just a formality." "Th—They'll be fine once we get up in the air." "— You'll see." "— No." "— Oh, yes, they will." "— No, I——I mean I won't see, because I'm leaving." "Emily, what are you talking about?" "Where're you gonna go?" "— Home." "— Emily, you can't go home." "— I mean, you're just a little anxious." "— [Beeps]" "How is it gonna look if my wife is the only one who gets——" "— Did you want something?" "— Uh, some macadamia nuts." "Oh——" "Uh, some macadamia nuts for him." "And for me, would you please turn the plane around?" "[ Mouths Words]" "Can I ask you a question?" "Uh, yesterday, when I brought up the mail, and I was watering the plants..." "I was wondering—— Why was I doing that when you were here?" "I mean, did you miss your plane?" "I—I'd rather not talk about it, Howard." "I mean, did you—— did you lose your tickets?" "Emily?" "Howard..." "I created a scene." "I made a jetliner full of people turn around, let me off... and then take off without me." "Uh—huh." "That was going to be my next guess." "Not to mention humiliating my husband." "Poor Bob." "The last time I remember seeing him... he was spread—eagled across the airplane door holding Mr. Gianelli in." "Oh, hi, Bob." "Uh, how was your trip?" "Nothing out of the ordinary." "She just turned another big jet around." "Yeah." "Well, I, uh, think I'd better be going" "Thank you, Howard." "Bob?" "I don't want to talk about it." "It's allover." "Plane is in the hangar, as they say." "There's only one thing I can't figure out." "Why did you pack all this stuff... for a 50-foot trip?" "[Crying] Oh, Bob." "I really expected to go more than 50 feet." "I wanted to go to New York with you." "All right, honey." "Let's sit down and talk about it." "E—Emily, you—— you never told me you were afraid of flying." "— [ Sobbing] — There's a——" "Well, there's—— there's something I—— I never told you." "— What?" "— When you, uh——" "When you cry..." "I, uh—— I have this overwhelming desire... to laugh." "There's—— There's just something in—— in your crying th—that makes me want to laugh." "Unless I—— Unless I fight the desire... you just—— you're gonna cry more." "It's going to take a lot more time... and it's—— it's just gonna be fun for one of us." "Oh, honey." "I'm so glad you're laughing at me, and not yelling." "It may have been even partially my fault." "I don't know." "I, uh—— I may—— I may have put you on the plane too fast." "You only went to one meeting." "I mean, there—— there was one meeting... where—— where all we did was just play the roar of a jet engine for three hours." "In stereo." "Well, I——I don't know why I couldn't make it this time." "But I——I really want to lick this thing." "When does your next workshop start?" "Well, I don't know." "I want to give the airline a chance to forget." "And there—— there's still a lot of places left to see in Gary, Indiana." "Oh." "That's so sweet!" "— Hi, Bob." "— Hi,jerry." "How'd the weekend in New York go?" "— Uh, interesting." "— Oh, it must have been great." "You got a whole slew of messages here." "Mr. Gianelli called, said you were fabulous." "Uh, Mr. Carlin called to thank you." "And Emily said you were sensational." "Hey, Bob, I thought Emily didn't go with you to New York." "No, she didn't." "She was referring to something that happened this morning." "[ Mews]"