After having sex with a girl, you write a note on her chest addressed to U.S. Marshall Vince Larkin and throw her out of the nearest window and shout "Later, Pinball!"
Dude I totally gave her the con-air last night after we were done. She landed on my neighbor's cat and while the message did not attract the U.S. marshalls, I did get a visit from the local police.
person 1: Oh, what's that?
person 2: Con Air.
person 1: CHANGE IT QUICK!
person 2: I can't, the spirit of Steve Buscemi's terrible film choices as of lately has posessed the remote control preventing me from changing it and thus subjecting me to it's terror, again!
person 1: Shit.