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Hal: Carol. Was gonna do a little flying today. What do you think?
Carol: I think you’re late.
Hal: Yes, but that’s only because I slept in.
Carol: I used to sleep in. Then I turned 11. Let me give you a little heads-up. I’ve gone up against these Sabres all week and they have *** oked me every time. There isn’t anything you can do that they can’t do better, faster...and without disappointing women everywhere.
Hal: I, uh, think we both know that’s not true.
Carol: This is exactly why I didn’t want you for this. My father did. I would’ve gone with Jensen.
Hal: I’d have gone with Jensen too, but unfortunately he’s busy not being good enough.
Carol: At least he shows up. Hal...this test today, it’s important.
Hal: I got it. I’m gonna make you look good up there. Don’t worry, okay? Now let’s get these pants off and fly some planes.
Carol: Highball, weapon check now.
Hal: Roger that.
Tom: Good morning, Mr. Ferris.
Carl Ferris: Morning, everybody.
Tom: Gentlemen.
Carl Ferris: We about ready, Tom?
Tom: Yes, Mr. Ferris. We are go for test. Sapphire, cleared weapons hot at the merge.
Carol: Ferris Test, Sapphire. Weapons are hot. Fly safe, Highball.
Hal: Um, no. Goddamn it! Tom, what the hell you feed those things?
Tom: F-35s, what else?
Hal: Wakey, wakey, Sapphire. You got a clean shot, now would be a great time to take it.
Carol: Easy, Highball. Just lining it up.
Hal: There’s no way we’re taking these out solo. Get over here. Let’s figure something out.
Carol: On my way, Highball.
Hal: Now stay right there and look real pretty.
Tom: Highball, did you just use your wingman as a decoy?
(Hal laughing)
Carl Ferris: Highball, those Sabres headed up your 6 can fly anywhere you can.
Hal: Then let’s go somewhere I can’t fly.
Carl Ferris: What the hell is he up to?
Tom: Coffin corner.
Carl Ferris: Highball, rules of engagement set ceiling at 50,000 feet.
Hal: Yeah, that’s because the Sabres will stall if they go any higher, right, Tom?
Tom: And so will you.
Computer: Compressor stall. Compressor stall. (Alarm blaring)
Tom: Yes! Um, I mean, damn it, Hal.
Officer: Your boy certainly takes his job seriously.
Tom: Ailerons, Hal. Side to side.
Hal: I got it.
(Alarm blaring)
Martin in Hal’s memory: Hal. Keep it warm for me.
Technician: Going through 25,000.
Tom: Hey, you okay there, Highball?
Hal: Yeah, just taking my victory lap.
Technician: Going through 20,000.
Tom: Okay, Highball, give me some roll.
Hal in his memory: Yeah, Dad!
Tom: Hal, do you read me?
Tom: Highball, you’re approaching minimum ejection altitude. Highball, you’re below 10,000 AGL. Spin is unrecoverable. Eject, eject, eject!