Four guys (plus the pilot) are on a private jet crossing the North Atlantic, a Brit, a Frenchman, a Texan, and a Mexican. Suddenly, one of the engines fails and the pilot scrambles to get control of the aircraft. Once he has it under control, he turns to the four men and says, "Listen guys, we have problem. The only way we will make it to terra firma is if three of you bail out. I'm sorry, but that's the only way."

The four men sit in silence for a few minutes. Eventually, the Brit stands up, walks to the door, opens it up, looks back at the other men, says, "Long live the Queen!" and jumps out.

After a minute or two more, the Frenchman stands up, walks to the door, looks back at the other two men, says, "Viva la France!" and jumps out.

Finally, the Texan stands up, walks over to the Mexican, picks him up, drags him to the door, and as he throws him out the door, hollers, "Remember the Alamo!"