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Hey, Bud! Get up!

Pete, can't get through.

That's funny.

It seems pretty clear over here.

Tanker Base.

Tanker Base, this is Fireball. Over.

We've got a situation here.

Sector K, that's for,

"Kwick, we're kooking."

Cavalry coming up inside four minutes.

Tanker 57 to Fire Boss.

Make that one minute.

Peter st. Peter, don't do this to me.

How much fuel you got left?

You know I love it in the kitchen.

Peter st. Peter, you've got that Evel

Knievel sound in your voice I hate.

I want to blow out this one tree,

funny face...

...and make a wish for your birthday.

You want to keep flying, land that plane.

Do what the lady says.

In the trees...

Obscuring...

Excuse me, I didn't quite catch that.

Take over, Frank.

Tanker 57 to Tanker Base.

I've got a small inconvenience here.

Talk to me, Pete.

I may have overestimated my fuel

just a tad.

I see the base and my right engine is fine,

so there shouldn't be any...

...problem.

What do you need?

-What do you need?

-Glider practice.

We've got a situation.

Flier coming in, dead stick.

This is good. I was rusty on panic.

No problem. I've got the airport in sight.

A nice little headwind.

Up.

Come on, Mama.

Up and over. Up and over.

Please, please.

Come on, Mama, we're too cute to die.

Up!

There he is!

Happy birthday.

-I'm taking a plane.

-Why?

-This time he's really done it.

-Done what?

"Happy birthday to you"

Take off!

He doesn't even understand how I feel!

This time I'm going to show him.

Excuse me, Willy.

You magnificent pagan god!

-What gives?

-she's showing you.

she's a great girl.

she's great. showing me what?

I didn't know it was her birthday.

It's because you don't love her like I do.

-Where did you get that oil on your face?

-Where?

It's here. Look. It's terrible.

Thanks.

What do you mean, "showing me"?

-I don't like her flying that.

-Now you're getting it.

-You're mad at me. I can tell.

-lt's okay. I'm just moody.

Beautiful day.

Yes, it is. How was my landing?

Nearly perfect.

You only fly like that when I'm watching.

I always come in on three wheels.

Perverse, aren't you?

Don't do that, Dorinda.

Can she take the Wiley scrapper?

The Wiley vet?

Who knows? There's a quick left.

Look out.

Level off when you come in.

-Don't tell me what to do.

-What did I say?

You got something in your teeth.

I ain't falling for that.

-You caught some heat coming in.

-You know women.

I mean your plane.

I might have to kill you for that remark.

Every time you come in,

the fire trucks come out.

Nails, go play golf. It's my plane.

You've got something between your teeth.

-He thinks you think I forgot your birthday.

-Why do you do this?

Want to dance? There's a dance tonight.

Please, take mine.

This is for you.

You're incredible.

You think you can buy me off...

...with some crummy present

you got in an airport gift shop.

It's worked before.

I don't want it.

Take it.

Fathead.

-I don't want it.

-Yes, you do.

-I don't.

-You do.

-You do. You really don't?

-No.

Girl clothes!

Get back! Don't touch that!

Why didn't you tell me

before I lost my temper?

so you do like dresses.

It's not the dress. It's the way you see me.

Know what this place reminds me of?

I'll bet you a beer you're going to tell me.

You lose.

Love! It ain't what it used to be.

There have only ever been two kinds:

Flash fires, which are all flame,

burn themselves out and leave nothing.

Then there is the long burning.

That is nature's burn.

Even when you think it's out...

...the forest floor is warm to the touch.

That's what you and Dorinda have got.

You're a poet, Al.

You're a really bad poet, but you're a poet.

To hell with it.

This place reminds me of World War II.

This is deep.

I wasn't in it, but think about it.

The beer is warm, the hall is a Quonset...

...there are B-26s outside, hotshot pilots

inside. Airstrip in the woods.

It's England! Everything but Glenn Miller.

Except we bomb places

that are already burning.

There ain't no war here.

Where is she?

That's why they don't make movies called,

Night Raid to Boise, Idaho or...

...Firemen Strike at Dawn.

And this is why you're not exactly a hero

for taking the chances you take.

You're more of what I would call

a d*ckhead.

Is this heading somewhere?

Here's my point. I'm talking to this guy.

He tells me about this tanker school

in Flat Rock, Colorado.

A school for fire pilots.

There are no forest fires in Flat Rock,

Colorado, because there are no trees.

That is why they call it Flat Rock,

you dunce.

I think they know this, Pete.

That's why they chose Flat Rock.

so they could start a few little fires

without burning down all of Colorado.

The idea...

...is to teach guys to do drops...

...and set up test areas to teach guys

who want to get their Air Attack cards.

Are you following this?

They're looking for a great teacher...

...like a commanding officer.

An experienced guy who might be

looking for a change of pace.

Year-round employment, great paycheck.

Are you with me?

I'm way ahead of you.

It's not a bad notion.

I'm glad you see it like this.

It's a terrific idea.

You'd be perfect for it.

Me? I'm not talking about me.

I don't need a day job. I'm very happy...

Gosh.

Beer, please.

In a champagne glass.

-Make it two.

-Let me make something clear.

If you think you can make me weak in

the knees by giving me girl clothes...

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