& Frank: What alternate did you nominate?
Lew: El Aouzzad. Three stinking mud huts and a poison well. That’s not a place, that’s a disease.
Frank: Oh, now, Lew, don’t worry. We’re not about to start turning to alternates just yet. We’re bigger than a little local sandstorm.
& Frank: A pilot is supposed to use his own judgement, don’t you think?... I don’t know, Lew... I suppose pilots are just as good now as they ever were, but they sure don’t live the way we did. Well, I can tell you that there were times when you took real pride in just getting there. Flying used to be fun. It really did, Lew. It used to be fun.
& Frank: How big a hole will a busted-up sky truck make in your annual figures, Mr Standish?
Standish: Well, there will be insurance, but... insurance companies move in mysterious ways. Like God, of course, but not half as generous.
& Captain Harris: You’re right, Mr Towns, but you’re talking about right-handed civilians. You must know that in an officer’s training corps, we military men are taught to march with absolute precision.
& Heinrich: No, I’m a designer.
Lew: Oh, really? What, furniture, that sort of thing?
Heinrich: No, Mr Moran, airplanes. I’m an aircraft designer.
Lew: Are you? Then you really meant what you said about getting this thing out of here.
& Crow: Well, you know what engineers are like. They just love shiny new tools, especially if someone else is paying for them.
& Heinrich: The prototype I have in mind would have to fly at the first attempt. To achieve that, Mr Moran, requires a pilot of quite outstanding capabilities...
Lew: Granted, this may not be the best possible advertisement, but Frank Towns is probably one of the few really great pilots left in this push-button world of yours.
& Heinrich: I told you there’d be no difficulty building this airplane. I also told you it would require an outstanding pilot to fly it. The only thing outstanding about you, Mr Towns, is your stupidity!
& Frank: What good would that do when I know the damn thing could never fly!?
Dr. Renaud: Excuse me, Captain, but perhaps... Perhaps there is one other thing. The way it is now, some of these men may not last as long as the water. But they need to believe that there is hope for them. I don’t know, Mr Towns, but maybe to build a thing like this could be a lot of help.
Frank: So, we prove it can’t fly and get killed in the process, is that it?... This is hard work. These men can’t stand hard work.
Dr. Renaud: Watching each other die could be even harder.
& Frank: I don’t know, Lew. It won’t work. It just can’t work.
Lew: All right, maybe it can’t. Maybe it can’t and we’ll all be killed. But if there’s just one chance in a thousand that he has got something, boy, I’d rather take it than just sit around here waiting to die.
& Crow: Sometimes I wonder how you chaps never won the war...
Heinrich: War?
Crow: You know.....
Heinrich: I wasn’t involved.
Crow: That’s it, then. That’s why they never won. They didn’t have old Heinrich.
& Frank: ’He’s right about one thing, though. The little men with the slide rules and computers are going to inherit the Earth. And it’s kind of sad that Dorfmann won’t be there to see it... But then, I... I guess he doesn’t need to see it. He already knows it.’
& Crow: You’ve done a wonderful job, Heinrich... But will it fly?
& Heinrich: Don’t worry, Mr Towns. Helicopters don’t look very elegant either, but they fly reasonably well.
& Heinrich: Mr Towns... You behave as if stupidity were a virtue. Why is that?
& Frank: That’s what really gets you about him. He... He always has to be right.
& Heinrich: Mr Towns, who is in authority here?
Frank: ......... You are.
Heinrich: Very well, then. Since I am in authority, I have decided to finish this plane and make it fly. We shall now go back to work.
& Heinrich: Becker Flugzeuge, yes.
Lew: I think I’ve heard of them. Build all kinds of models. Don’t they build model planes?
Heinrich: The best.
Lew: I didn’t know they produced the big stuff, too.
Heinrich: Well, the biggest we make is the Adler. I think you’ll find it on page 23. The Adler has a two-metre wingspan. But it’s not one of my designs, because it’s a glider, and I work only on the power models.
Frank: ...... Page 23?
& Lew: We can die here... or we can die in that thing. What’s the matter? Haven’t you any curiosity left? Wouldn’t you like to know how it feels to fly a toy airplane?
& Heinrich: Mr Towns. A toy plane is something you wind up and it rolls along the floor. A model airplane is something totally different. Model airplanes have been flying successfully more than 50 years before the Wright Brothers ever got off the ground! They were not toy planes. ...
And there is something else you should remember, Mr Towns. A model plane has to fly itself. There is no pilot to correct the trim. Therefore, if anything, a model plane has to be designed for greater stability than what you are pleased to call «the real thing».
In 1851, Henson and Stringfellow built a rubber-powered model that flew 600 meters before encountering an obstruction. Airfoil surfaces, lift and drag coefficients, weight-thrust equations and the whole pattern of modern aviation originate from right there!
& Heinrich: Clear?
Frank: Clear. ... That’s number one.
& — Hey, they ain’t gonna try to land that thing here, are they?
& Frank: How far did you say that Henson and Stringfellow flew that rubber-powered model in 1851, Mr Dorfmann?
Heinrich: 600 meters, Mr Towns.
Frank: Is that meters or yards?
Heinrich: Meters, Mr Towns, meters.
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Lew: El Aouzzad. Three stinking mud huts and a poison well. That’s not a place, that’s a disease.
Frank: Oh, now, Lew, don’t worry. We’re not about to start turning to alternates just yet. We’re bigger than a little local sandstorm.
& Frank: A pilot is supposed to use his own judgement, don’t you think?... I don’t know, Lew... I suppose pilots are just as good now as they ever were, but they sure don’t live the way we did. Well, I can tell you that there were times when you took real pride in just getting there. Flying used to be fun. It really did, Lew. It used to be fun.
& Frank: How big a hole will a busted-up sky truck make in your annual figures, Mr Standish?
Standish: Well, there will be insurance, but... insurance companies move in mysterious ways. Like God, of course, but not half as generous.
& Captain Harris: You’re right, Mr Towns, but you’re talking about right-handed civilians. You must know that in an officer’s training corps, we military men are taught to march with absolute precision.
& Heinrich: No, I’m a designer.
Lew: Oh, really? What, furniture, that sort of thing?
Heinrich: No, Mr Moran, airplanes. I’m an aircraft designer.
Lew: Are you? Then you really meant what you said about getting this thing out of here.
& Crow: Well, you know what engineers are like. They just love shiny new tools, especially if someone else is paying for them.
& Heinrich: The prototype I have in mind would have to fly at the first attempt. To achieve that, Mr Moran, requires a pilot of quite outstanding capabilities...
Lew: Granted, this may not be the best possible advertisement, but Frank Towns is probably one of the few really great pilots left in this push-button world of yours.
& Heinrich: I told you there’d be no difficulty building this airplane. I also told you it would require an outstanding pilot to fly it. The only thing outstanding about you, Mr Towns, is your stupidity!
& Frank: What good would that do when I know the damn thing could never fly!?
Dr. Renaud: Excuse me, Captain, but perhaps... Perhaps there is one other thing. The way it is now, some of these men may not last as long as the water. But they need to believe that there is hope for them. I don’t know, Mr Towns, but maybe to build a thing like this could be a lot of help.
Frank: So, we prove it can’t fly and get killed in the process, is that it?... This is hard work. These men can’t stand hard work.
Dr. Renaud: Watching each other die could be even harder.
& Frank: I don’t know, Lew. It won’t work. It just can’t work.
Lew: All right, maybe it can’t. Maybe it can’t and we’ll all be killed. But if there’s just one chance in a thousand that he has got something, boy, I’d rather take it than just sit around here waiting to die.
& Crow: Sometimes I wonder how you chaps never won the war...
Heinrich: War?
Crow: You know.....
Heinrich: I wasn’t involved.
Crow: That’s it, then. That’s why they never won. They didn’t have old Heinrich.
& Frank: ’He’s right about one thing, though. The little men with the slide rules and computers are going to inherit the Earth. And it’s kind of sad that Dorfmann won’t be there to see it... But then, I... I guess he doesn’t need to see it. He already knows it.’
& Crow: You’ve done a wonderful job, Heinrich... But will it fly?
& Heinrich: Don’t worry, Mr Towns. Helicopters don’t look very elegant either, but they fly reasonably well.
& Heinrich: Mr Towns... You behave as if stupidity were a virtue. Why is that?
& Frank: That’s what really gets you about him. He... He always has to be right.
& Heinrich: Mr Towns, who is in authority here?
Frank: ......... You are.
Heinrich: Very well, then. Since I am in authority, I have decided to finish this plane and make it fly. We shall now go back to work.
& Heinrich: Becker Flugzeuge, yes.
Lew: I think I’ve heard of them. Build all kinds of models. Don’t they build model planes?
Heinrich: The best.
Lew: I didn’t know they produced the big stuff, too.
Heinrich: Well, the biggest we make is the Adler. I think you’ll find it on page 23. The Adler has a two-metre wingspan. But it’s not one of my designs, because it’s a glider, and I work only on the power models.
Frank: ...... Page 23?
& Lew: We can die here... or we can die in that thing. What’s the matter? Haven’t you any curiosity left? Wouldn’t you like to know how it feels to fly a toy airplane?
& Heinrich: Mr Towns. A toy plane is something you wind up and it rolls along the floor. A model airplane is something totally different. Model airplanes have been flying successfully more than 50 years before the Wright Brothers ever got off the ground! They were not toy planes. ...
And there is something else you should remember, Mr Towns. A model plane has to fly itself. There is no pilot to correct the trim. Therefore, if anything, a model plane has to be designed for greater stability than what you are pleased to call «the real thing».
In 1851, Henson and Stringfellow built a rubber-powered model that flew 600 meters before encountering an obstruction. Airfoil surfaces, lift and drag coefficients, weight-thrust equations and the whole pattern of modern aviation originate from right there!
& Heinrich: Clear?
Frank: Clear. ... That’s number one.
& — Hey, they ain’t gonna try to land that thing here, are they?
& Frank: How far did you say that Henson and Stringfellow flew that rubber-powered model in 1851, Mr Dorfmann?
Heinrich: 600 meters, Mr Towns.
Frank: Is that meters or yards?
Heinrich: Meters, Mr Towns, meters.
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