Hot Shots! Page #4

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Topper, you weren't clear to detach.

- What was that all about?

- I... thought I saw Elvis.

Let it go, Topper.

The King is gone. Let's head for home.

Not again.

I need a landing clearance

for runway 30... 30 something.

30 thirty something's been cancelled.

Go to runway 2-niner.

Wash Out, what the hell

are you doin'? Pull it up.

Wash Out, where the hell are you?

What is your location? You're off of radar.

Repeat:
What is your location?

- Goin' up?

- Yes.

Can I press your button?

No, you've been slavin' over hot psychotics

all day. Let me get that.

- Interesting perfume.

- It's Vicks. I have a cold.

Lieutenant, you're staring.

No, not really. I'm lost in your eyes.

That is the whitest white part of the eye

I've ever seen. Do you floss?

You're very confident, aren't you?

When you have 10,000 pounds of thrust

at your command, you have to be.

Lieutenant, please.

I'm talking to you as a psychiatrist.

I'm recommending that you be grounded.

- You've got to be joking.

- If I were joking, I'd have said:

"What do you do with an elephant

with three balls?"

"You walk him and pitch to the rhino."

- You are serious.

- It's the best thing for you, and the mission.

The best would be

if you'd stop tryin' to run my life.

I'm a pilot, and nobody's gonna

keep me out of the sky.

Ladies and gentlemen!

Twelve rounds of boxing

for the WBA WBC WPA RSVP

Heavyweight Championship of the World!

Introducing celebrities at ringside,

please welcome His Holiness,

the very popular pontiff,

Pope John Paul II!

Second!

Lieutenant Commander Block.

We meet at last.

- Isn't this place a little public?

- No, a crowd offers remarkable anonymity.

How are we doing at Dudley?

Oh, we're right on schedule.

Can't quite get a reading on Admiral Benson,

but Topper Harley's playing into our hands.

Here's his evaluation. A clear-cut case

of Paternal Conflict Syndrome.

Ah, yes. PCS.

I saw an After school Special on that.

They're years away from a vaccine.

Every time I mention Buzz's name,

Topper goes off.

There's no way the unit will function,

and I'll abort the mission.

The Navy's planes will seem inferior and

the president will beg for my super fighter.

And, best of all, nobody gets hurt.

Well done, Lieutenant Commander.

America can't afford to fall behind,

Mr. Wilson. We need your plane.

This should be a good match.

Both men work for Don King.

Well, fans, that's it.

Good night. I'm outta here!

The Strafing Run proudly presents

the music of Lawrence Lipps!

And now...

" What the world needs...

Thank you!

" Is love...

Thank you so much!

" That's the only thing

that there's just too darn little of

Ramada?

- Kent!

- Ramada!

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