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 smoked 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.
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?
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.
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!
Hal in his memory: You’re not scared, are you, Dad?
Martin in Hal’s memory: Let’s just say it’s my job not to be.
Hal in his memory: Dad! Dad!
Bob: You stupid son of a bitch. You--
Carl Ferris: Stand down, Bob. It doesn’t matter now.
Carol: It does matter. Never mind that you crashed a brand-new F-35. You broke the rules of engagement. You sacrificed your wingman. And you blew the contract this company and half the state was depending on.
Hal: I’m sorry. I thought this was a dogfight. I was under the impression the objective was to win.
Bob: No, the objective was to show what the Sabres could do in combat. And in combat, no pilot is gonna crater his own plane.
Hal: I did. Now you know you gotta boost the ceiling. I showed you what they can’t do.
Carol: You didn’t have to make that point in front of Air Force Acquisitions.
Carl Ferris: That’s enough, Carol. Since I’m gonna have to lay off most of my company anyway, you’re fired, Hal.
Hal: It’s too late. I quit.
Carol: He’s not fired and you don’t quit. You’re grounded, pending the results of an investigation.
Bob: Watch your back.
Hal: That’s impossible, Bob.
Carol: You want to tell me what happened?
Hal: Controls locked up.
Carol: Don’t give me that, Hal. You had a window when you could’ve recovered. Did you choke? You wouldn’t be the first, but I need to know.
Hal: My controls locked up. What the hell is all this, anyway? What’s with the ridiculous suit? I know your dad’s been bucking for you--
Carol: The merits of my career choices--
Hal: You’re a pilot, Carol, and a good one. Giving that up to fly a goddamn desk is bullshit.
Carol: Hal, I like the business part and I’m good at it. By the way it doesn’t mean I’ll never get in a cockpit again. It isn’t one way or the other. That’s the way a child looks at things, and we aren’t children anymore. At least...I just don’t wanna see someone I care about getting hurt. Least of all you.