- Nick Millbourne: What's the trouble, Captain?
- Captain Brent: I'm not happy about the port outer - she sounds a bit rough to me.
- Nick Millbourne: Instruments check all right?
- Captain Brent: Yes.
- Nick Millbourne: The instrument say she's okay, the chief mechanic says she's okay...?
- Captain Brent: Young man, let me tell you something. In the air, I am responsible for this aircraft and the lives of all on board her, and neither you nor anyone else - *including* the chairman of the corporation - is going to induce me to take her one inch off the ground until I am absolutely satisfied that she is in perfect order. Do I make myself clear?
- Nick Millbourne: You make yourself clear.
- Captain Brent: I'm right and you *know* I am. That's why I've flown more miles than anyone else on this airfield.
- Nick Millbourne: [through gritted teeth] Of *course* you're right, Captain.