Kate was defiantly sitting in the First Class section of an airplane bound for Las Vegas, and José was desperately trying to get her to come back with him to their seats in coach.
"I'm blonde, I'm beautiful, and I'm flying to Las Vegas First Class!" she announced, laughing.
"What you are is drunk," José told her, as the flight attendant came over. "That's the last time I let you drink a keg of beer."
The flight attendant, when she got there, told Kate that she would have to move back to her seat in coach before the plane could leave, but Kate ignored her.
"I'm blonde, I'm beautiful, and I'm flying to Las Vegas First Class!" Kate said again.
The flight attendant turned from Kate to José, who raised his hands in the universal sign for She's YOUR problem now.
"We'll see what the captain has to say about this," the stewardess threatened, and walked away in a huff.
When the captain got there a minute or two later, he politely told her, "I'm sorry, miss, but you'll have to go back to your seat in coach."
Kate shook her head and just laughed in his face.
"I'm blonde, I'm beautiful, and I'm flying to Las Vegas First Class!"
Taking a quick appraisal of his options, the captain leaned down and whispered something in her ear. Kate immediately jumped up and ran back to coach.
José looked at the captain in amazement.
"What'd you tell her?" he asked.
The captain just smiled and said, "I told her First Class wasn't going to Las Vegas."