Me: I’m surrounded by grandmas…and I’m really confused. Walker: Grandmas? Me: The flight crew, the pilots…does Lincoln rent this from a retirement home or what is going on… Walker: Aren’t they great? Did they give you cookies yet? Can you grab a couple for me? Me: Why isn’t this weird to you? I’ve never seen this before! Walker: Just bring me some cookies, angel face. I fucking love you. “You’re asking Walker about ‘Grandma Airways,’ aren’t you?” Monroe asked innocently.
