The Astronaut's Wife

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I hate this part.

You're still here, but I know

you're going, and I hate that.

Well, I'll call you, baby.

Don't tease me.

I miss you so much

when you're gone.

I miss you, too, baby.

Listen.

Last time Streck told me...

if I bellyached about you

for one more minute...

he was gonna toss my ass

right off the ship.

You tell Streck

your ass belongs to me...

and he can keep

his hands off it.

All right.

My class wants you

to come by when you get back.

I think I can arrange a visit...

if you're nice.

How nice?

You like fruit?

Well...

Come here a minute.

Come here.

Ain't that a peach?

Is that for me?

That's for you.

Victory,

this is Mission Control.

All systems are go.

Flight Commander,

all computers are functioning.

The crew of Victory...

has been given a go

for orbit operations...

by the Mission Control Center.

Crew members are doing well...

and all systems of the orbiter

are performing satisfactorily.

Three...

two...

one...

zero, and lift off.

Mission Control,

we have left the pad.

Roger that, Victory.

You are go for throttle up.

Mission Control,

this is Victory.

We have throttled up.

It's a fine day for flying,

Houston.

All systems are go.

Pineapples!

What do they have in Kansas?

Corn!

Yes, corn,

and what about Georgia?

What do they have in Georgia?

Peaches!

Very good.

And what do we have

here in Florida?

Oranges!

And rocket ships.

Yes, Calvin, and rocket ships.

Mrs. Armacost,

you have a phone call.

Thank you, Brian.

OK, let's go to page seven.

And work quietly, OK?

Mrs. Armacost.

Yes, this is Jillian Armacost.

Mrs. Armacost,

NASA communications.

We have your husband for you.

Go ahead, Commander.

- Jillian?

- Spencer?

Yeah, I told you I'd call.

It's amazing, isn't it?

Yes, amazing.

Hey, Jill.

What are you wearing?

Come on, now.

Ain't nobody else listening.

Not exactly, Commander.

Including Houston and J.P.L...

there are about 300 folks

on the line today.

It's a nice day down there, huh?

Beautiful.

Can you see outside, Jill?

Fifteen seconds, Commander.

I'm right above you.

You looking up, honey?

Ten seconds.

Won't you smile for me, huh?

I already am.

He called you from outer space?

Well, technically

from Earth's orbit, but yes.

He called me from the orbiter.

Stanley won't even call me

from the Beef'N' Burger...

and you get a call

from outer space...

the Earth's orbit, whatever.

Technically speaking,

Jill, you scored.

I don't get it.

We grew up in the same house.

You land Johnny Rocket Boy.

I keep getting

different versions...

of Throws-Up-On-Himself Elmo.

I bet he's good at the little

things, too, isn't he?

What little things?

Just those little things

that mean so much.

It's true.

You know,

men are like parking spaces.

All the good ones are taken...

and all the available ones

are handicapped.

What?

And now back to our program.

Oh, man, something happened.

Come on.

Keep checking.

Mrs. Armacost,

I'm Sherman Reese from NASA.

Um, it's about your husband.

What's happened?

We'd like you to come with us.

I have a car right outside.

There's something about Spencer!

Please, Mrs. Armacost.

Captain Streck's wife

is already there.

The director wants...

The condition of Armacost

and Streck...

as well as the rest

of the shuttle crew...

is at this time unknown.

Reporting live from NASA...

Is my husband dead?

Ma'am, I don't know anything...

about the condition

of your husband.

Is my husband dead?

Ma'am, I just don't know.

Then take me

to someone who does.

He's dead.

I know he's dead.

They're not dead.

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