We could never get our coffee hot when flying out of Cheyenne because of the altitude-and we were too dumb to know why.

[I went to a] coffee shop here and the smallest coffee is a tall... "I need a coffee with a side of red bull because im verry verry busy. I have TBD and I'm late for yoga, HURRY HURRY!"

[Golden eagles have an interesting way of mating, where they connect in the air while flying at eighty miles an hour] and then they start dropping and they don't stop dropping until the act is completed. So it's not uncommon that they both fall all the way to the ground, hit the ground and both of them die. That's how committed they are to this. I thought to myself, 'Boy, don't we feel like wimps for stopping to answer the phone.' I don't know about you, but if I'm one of these two birds, you're getting close to the ground... I would serioulsy consider fakin' it.

The sensation of flying is incredible, and it's such a miraculous notion to go into the air and see the world without delineation.

Thank you for your coffee, seignor. I shall miss that when we leave Casablanca.

It doesn't matter where you're from - or how you feel... There's always peace in a strong cup of coffee.