marge, you better go without me. we've got a condition red.
is there someone else, marge? is that it?
don't wait up for me, sweetheart. we're testing the retro-rockets tonight.
we'll talk tomorrow, hon. i promise.
there's no way this wiring could have passed inspection without simon kurtz's okay!
you've got it, mister. but you can tell your boys on the board for me that this thing stinks to high heaven of kickback.
ted striker was right six months ago when he test-piloted this sucker. and what did he get for telling the truth? a one-way ticket to palukaville.
well, i'll be a monkey's uncle; ted striker. jack, i got a bad feeling in my gut about this mission.
the fish, why?
that's my little girl, my little darlin', my sweetheart, my honey, and you want to blow her belly out with that bomb. if you blast here in the computer core and the fuselage doesn't give way here and the main communication lines to the cockpit hold here and this baby here doesn't jam this little old unit up here and throw about two tons of hot steel through here like a hot knife through butter and the upper and lower.
i have no point.