My grandpa always said there's no finer people. Their hearts are washed clean by both sea and sky. So they're braver than sailors and prouder than regular pilots. <...> The most precious thing to them isn't money or women, it's honor. <...> Haven't you any shame?! You need an American to come and save you? Your mothers would weep! And tell you to take a bath! Porco's come back to go one-on-one with Curtiss. For the honor of the seaplane pilots of the Adriatic! A man without honor or scruples is nothing! Fight fair!
Ein Flugzeug zu erfinden, ist nichts. Es zu bauen, ein Anfang. Fliegen, das ist alles.
Single-serving sugar and cream. Single pat of butter. The microwave cordon bleu hobby Kit. Shampoo-conditioner combos. Sample-package mouthwash. Tiny bars of soap. The people I meet on each flight... They're single-serving friends. Between takeoff and landing, we have our time together. That's all we get.
An exit-door procedure at 30.000 feet. Mm-hmm. The illusion of safety.
— You know why they put oxygen masks on planes?
— So you can breathe.
— Oxygen gets you high. In a catastrophic emergency, you take giant panic breaths. Suddenly you become euphoric, docile. You accept your fate. It's all right here. Emergency water landing, 600mph. Blank faces. Calm as hindu cows.
— That's um... That's an interesting theory.