Okay, one of my favorite things about the original Star Trek was when people had to act like they were being thrown around by a laser fight or a tractor beam. These people on the plane are doing a hell of a job.
Jane natters on about The Problem's tour. What is Erica sitting on? she wants to know. An amp. A coffin-shaped amp. Heh. She and Yawn wrestle until they both stop and stare at each other in a way that's supposed to be fraught with sexual tension, but can't be, because a limp tea bag (i.e. Yawn) inspires tension in no one.
Plane goes up! Plane goes down. Plane tilts this way! Plane tilts that way. People, scream! Yell! Lean to the left! Lean to the right! Scotty, keep saying, "Oh my god!" Again! Again! Again infinity! The plane lands. People keep screaming. The camera keeps waving around. Then it's fine. People sob gently. Ghost pilot says, "Nice job," and poofs. The real pilot straightens his tie and, on behalf of the crew, welcomes everyone to San Francisco. Hee. Scotty bursts out, observes the nerve-wracked but alive people, and says, "You're welcome." The pilots wrestle him to the ground.
The rest of the band and Erica wait around in what looks like airport jail for Scotty. Erica has a lot of questions. No one has answers.
Scotty and Tracy feel they should be entitled to a lifetime of free upgrades. Across from them at the glossy airport jail table, the pilot and an official-looking guy argue over whether Scotty is a hero or a criminal. Hero! Criminal! "You saw the ground crew's report!" Wow, the report's already in? Where's the baggage? Yeah, that's what I thought. They let them go.
Scotty and Tracy emerge into the airport jail waiting room. Tracy and Yawn exchange tense hellos, and Erica has split to snoop in the van. Yawn runs out and kisses her, then they all drive off like bunnies.
Endnote: Scotty and Yawn stick the coffin in a dumpster and say how cool it is that the airline offered to send Tracy to stewardess school for free. Come on! They got a show to play! Or something.