Brains:
I thought it would be a good idea, in this day and age of speed and... thing like that, to build an... airship.
New World Aircraft President James Glenn:
An airship? An *airship*?
[laughter erupts in the meeting room]
Virgil Tracy:
[referring to the Tiger Moth inside the pod] I've got a Tiger in my tank.
Jeff Tracy:
Now, let's have a rundown on the International Rescue craft. So far, there are five. Thunderbird 1: sleek, first and fast. Thunderbird 2: giant transporter. Carries all the rescue gear to the danger zone. Thunderbird 3: designed for space rescue. Thunderbird 4: capable of withstanding the pressure of the depths. Thunderbird 5: space monitor. Capable of receiving or intercepting distress calls from any part of the world. And I'm telling you, Brains, in no uncertain terms, that we now need a Thunderbird
Brains:
Sure, Mr Tracy, but can you give me some sort of a steer? I like to work to a specification.
Jeff Tracy:
Specification? You didn't need to work to a specification when you designed that airship for the New World Aircraft Corporation.
Brains:
That's right. I didn't. And what happened? They laughed.
Jeff Tracy:
Yeah, that's right. They laughed... and then they built it.
Narrator:
A beautiful island in the Pacific, secret base of International Rescue, so far undetected. Outwardly, the luxury home of millionaire ex-astronaut Jeff Tracy.复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制
