Forever Young

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Coming through angels, 19!

Take it easy, Viper One.|Don 't push it.

Throttling back. 18,5.

RPM's 2500.

Airspeed. . . . Airspeed needle stuck.

But we're still in the green. 17,5.

Heck!

Sir, l know what you will say, but|if anyone can land it, McCormick can.

-Danny here?|-ln the plane.

It's sticking! We're in a dive.

lt's 12,5 and she's purring.

Bring it back, Viper One.

Roger!

Serious fluttering.

Controls are resisting.|Full nose-up trim!

Slip it in, Viper One!|Come on, slip it in!

lt's too much!

Pull her back!

Oh, brother!

Oh, brother!

That's it!

lf she has a warranty, l'll take her!

Doesn't seem to need that.

Don't be married to these|Pratt & Whitneys.

Plane needs classic engines.|Have it ready tonight.

Did you see that?

What, Danny? See what?

McCormick. Three ''c''s.

-The damnedest thing happened up there.|-Dizzy?

-Feel lightheaded?|-No.

l had a heart attack.

-Didn't it look good?|-Queasiness?

l thought you were in hiding|until you finished your thing.

-Blackout?|-No blackouts.

-Don't work for the airline, okay?|-Thought l wouldn't pull up?

-lt crossed my mind.|-lt crossed mine too.

Headache? Chest pain?

No. l was close enough|to see your license plate.

All of a sudden, in the midst|of it all, l saw Helen.

You had a vision?

Vomit?

No, no vomit. l'm talking to my friend.|We can do Q and A later.

Anything you say. Nice landing.

l thought, ''She's coming home tonight.|Pull up! '' l hit the ground!

l'm hungry! Want some ribs?

-l'm here because it worked.|-lt worked?

Rough around the edges, but it worked!

That's incredible!

No one can know, okay?

Of course.

-We can tell Helen.|-Helen can know, but nobody else.

lt's really sort of incredible. lt is.

-Where is he?|-Back at the lab.

-We'll celebrate!|-Great!

l'm driving.

Sure, okay.

Better be okay.

Who is that?

l'm sorry l'm so late.

-What time is it?|-Almost 2.

l was going to go to my place.

But l wanted to see you.|l hope you don't mind.

l kind of do.|Would you leave, please?

You taste like champagne.

Harry and l got a bit drunk.

A celebration?

Kind of.

You're hungry.

l know.

So, what were you celebrating?

Let me guess.

Harry's 400th consecutive hour|in the laboratory.

Close, but no cigar.

How is it?

l've been eating dust for 4 days!

So?

What were you celebrating?

Why wasn't l invited?

We would've, if you were here.

Harry froze a chicken.

Big deal. So has my butcher.

l bet your butcher's never brought|the chicken back to life again.

He what?

l swear! l saw the chicken|walking around. Harry's a genius!

Which he proclaimed after|the second bottle of champagne.

So, what, this is some big government|chicken conspiracy or something?

Don't take this lightly.|You can't tell anyone.

Just my mother.

Helen, no, you can't.

-l was kidding.|-Promise me.

Yeah. l promise.

l promise.

-Not even under torture?|-Not even under torture.

Not even under|incredibly painful torture?

Don't.

This is a matter of national security.|l'm sorry, but l must tickle you.

-l'm not kidding.|-l need to know.

-l'll scream!|-lt's for your own good!

Not the knees!

I'm living in a kind of daydream

I'm happy as a queen

And foolish though it may seem

To me, that's everything

The mere idea of you

-Got it!|-Good catch!

When the man on second base|touches him with the ball, he's out.

But why is he running?

Let's start again.

Here we go.

This kid keeps staring at me.

He likes you.

Folks? Everybody?

We have an announcement|we'd like to make. Next year. . .

. . .Blanche celebrates|her first Mother's Day.

Congratulations, Blanche.

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