"I hear it was even worse in my time. Like, TSA body scanners that would take pictures of you naked and pat-downs and stuff. I wouldn't know, I guess, never was on a plane before the FAYZ."

Howard's kind of weirded out by the fact that he's in an era where people dress up to go on the plane. Some of the women walking into the airport are wearing very nice sun dresses, and the attendants are all perfectly coiffed. He feels a bit shabby in his beat-up jacket and jeans.

"Okay, Teach." He waves at Ian. "Smell you later."