- Colette Valois: Are we in for some bad weather?
- Dean Lowrey: It's October - 'tis the season.
- Colette Valois: If you need any help in the cockpit, I do have experience.
- Dean Lowrey: So one lesson and now you're the expert?
- Colette Valois: Well, experts are only appreciated as much as amateurs - it loses its thrill.
- Charles Moore: You're letting a stewardess talk to the control tower?
- Ted Vanderway: Do you speak French?
- Maggie Ryan: [walks along the runway with a flashlight in her right hand, behind Dean, who's pacing] You're counting. Why are you counting?
- [Dean doesn't answer, but holds up his left index finger]
- Maggie Ryan: The runway - it's too short?
- Dean Lowrey: That stays out here.
- Maggie Ryan: How could it be too short? Pan Am used to land here all the time!
- Dean Lowrey: [lifts her arm by the flashlight and points it toward a large sinkhole] The hurricane left some scars.
- Maggie Ryan: How much is gone?
- Dean Lowrey: Too much for a loaded 707.
- Maggie Ryan: So we can't take off?
- [Dean doesn't answer, but walks back toward the plane while Maggie approaches the sinkhole for a better look]
- Charles Moore: Maybe the cavalry's on their way?
- Dean Lowrey: Well, if they're the cavalry, we're the indians.
- Colette Valois: She doesn't weigh much.
- Dean Lowrey: Oh damn it, Colette, I don't have the time, the space or the luxury to take on strays right now.
- Colette Valois: Strays? That's how you see orphans?
- Dean Lowrey: Oh don't do that. Don't make this about you. How is she, what is she, she's seventeen?
- Colette Valois: I didn't realize there was an expiration date.
- Colette Valois: Quite an evening.
- Dean Lowrey: Really? Miss something?
- Colette Valois: Some bad weather.
- [looks at Dean for a moment, then kisses him]
- Charles Moore: [flips switches from the left seat] The wind has increased on our tail and the temperature has dropped. We can't take off.
- [moves back to his seat]
- Ted Vanderway: Cut the pep talk, Chuck.
- Dean Lowrey: [bursts into the cockpit and takes the left seat] How's our fuel?
- Charles Moore: We've lost 6,000 pounds. Add that to our garage sale and we're down to about 200,000 pounds.
- Ted Vanderway: [straps himself in] Still not enough to fit into our prom dress.
- Charles Moore: We need to burn more fuel - a lot more.
- Dean Lowrey: No, there's no time. Setting brakes.
- [sets the brakes]
- Dean Lowrey: Setting takeoff thrust.
- [sets thrust to maximum]
- Ted Vanderway: Takeoff thrust set.
- Charles Moore: Captain, it is my duty to tell you that based on FAA rules and regulations, it is too dangerous to take off!
- Dean Lowrey: Yeah, noted.
- Ted Vanderway: We've taken off from aircraft carriers shorter than this!
- Charles Moore: In a fighter jet. A 707 isn't designed to take off like this!
- Dean Lowrey: Fighter jets don't have four engines.
- Charles Moore: If we don't blow an engine first!
- Ted Vanderway: You need to change your diaper, Chuck. I mean, you're embarrassing the navy here.
- Charles Moore: Ted, I'm just trying to...
- Ted Vanderway: It's not Ted - it's First Officer Vanderway and sitting next to me is Captain Lowrey. He makes the decisions on this aircraft without ANY interference from you! Am I understood?
- Charles Moore: Yes, sir!
- [Ted and Dean exchange looks]