Five scenes wrapped together like a burrito by the premise of planes, airports and the people that work there.

The sex is tepid, the production standards are spotty, but it's the dialogue and set-ups that are the real hum-dinger. There's Brittany Blue, a stewardess, of course, who, for some reason, needs to cross-train with an air traffic controller and spout lines like "I can visit you in the cockpit," and, "I'll give you all the altitude you need," without a hint of irony before beginning her carnal coupling. Just as riveting is the exchange between Summer and Rod Fontana, who regales the girl with 1980s vintage tales of shooting down MiGs. "I came over to your house to fuck you," Summer says when the history lesson gets too heady. "Gawd, that's a really big pilot," she adds when she sees his cock. T.J. Cummings interviews Casey for a possible job as flight attendant, but tells her that her most important responsibility is to give out sexual favors (never mind knife-welding terrorists), which is all good for the girl. "When I walked in here I wanted to fuck you the first time I saw you," in a nonchalant manner that that suggests grocery shopping, not sex. Cummings says good flight attendants suck and Casey reluctantly plays the good employee.