First Officer Roger Pettit:
This is it. This is a losing battle trying to de-ice these things. It gives you a false feeling of security, that's all it does.
Captain Larry Wheaton:
Yeah, but it satisfies the Feds.
[referring to Nikki's blue swimsuit]
David Frank:
The rising executive's all-purpose wardrobe. Ideal for staff meetings, impressing the clients...
Marilyn Nichols:
You're here before me? I don't believe it!
Donna Adams:
The first time and probably the last! I can't explain it. It was like any other morning. I figured to be late as usual. But I got a clean road right away, the car turned on immediately, and there was no back of traffic. It's an unusual day.
[Marilyn has the glow of a pregnant woman]
Donna Adams:
So, are you?
Marilyn Nichols:
Am I what?
Donna Adams:
Didn't you get the results from the tests back *yesterday*?
[pause]
Donna Adams:
So, are you?
Marilyn Nichols:
[big smile on her face] Of course!
[the two women laugh and hug]
Donna Olian:
[answers the phone at work] Naval recruitment?
Roger Olian:
Welfare. Go home.
Donna Olian:
[smiles] Is that an order?
Roger Olian:
Yeah, because if you don't get moving out, the way it's coming down, you may get snowed in.
Donna Olian:
And saved by 200 able-bodied seamen?
Roger Olian:
Of course, if that appeals to you.
Donna Olian:
[chuckles] I'm on my way. What about you?
Roger Olian:
First, I've got to exercise.
Donna Olian:
[rolls her eyes] Goodbye, Roger.
Marilyn Nichols:
[referring to Priscilla's baby] How old is he?
Priscilla Tirado:
Nine weeks.
Marilyn Nichols:
He's beautiful! Give me a call if you need anything.
Jose Tirado:
Okay.
Priscilla Tirado:
Thanks.
Jose Tirado:
[after Marilyn leaves] Nice person.
Priscilla Tirado:
I bet she's pregnant. Or hope she is.
Jose Tirado:
And how do you know that?
Priscilla Tirado:
Just do. When you've been a mother as long as I have, you just know these things!
[fatal take-off scene]
Washington Air Traffic Controller:
Palm 90, cleared for take-off.
Captain Larry Wheaton:
Palm 90, cleared for take-off.
Washington Air Traffic Controller:
No delay on departure if you will. Traffic's two and a half out for the runway.
Captain Larry Wheaton:
Okay.
First Officer Roger Pettit:
[referring to the engine gauges] God! Look at that thing. That doesn't seem right does it? Ah, that's not right!
Captain Larry Wheaton:
Yeah it is.
[referring to the airspeed indicator]
Captain Larry Wheaton:
There's
First Officer Roger Pettit:
Nah, I don't think that's right.
[pause]
First Officer Roger Pettit:
Maybe it is.
Captain Larry Wheaton:
120!
First Officer Roger Pettit:
I don't know!
Captain Larry Wheaton:
V1! Easy! V2!
[the stickshaker starts]
Captain Larry Wheaton:
[yelling] Forward! Forward! We only need 500! Come on! Come on! Just barely climb!
First Officer Roger Pettit:
[struggling with the controls] Come on, baby! Come on!
[pause]
First Officer Roger Pettit:
Larry! We're going down!
Captain Larry Wheaton:
I know it.
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