Harry Washello:
Can anybody here fly a helicopter? Listen, it's an emergency, it's for a heart transplant. Can anybody fly a helicopter?
Power Lifter:
Hey, I can.
Harry Washello:
You can fly a chopper?
Power Lifter:
Bell jets, Hueys, pretty rusty at comeback though, I'll need bucks.
Harry Washello:
Whatever you want, okay? But we gotta go now, it's not really for a transplant, alright? We'll all be dead if we don't get out of here, it's a matter of minutes.
Power Lifter:
What's the problem?
Harry Washello:
Toxic fire, cyanide, the wind's starting to blow in this direction, a lot of people are going to die, we gotta go now.
Power Lifter:
If shit like that's coming down, I gotta bring somebody, okay?
Harry Washello:
Oh hey man, there's no time.
Power Lifter:
Then shoot me.
Harry Washello:
Alright, go ahead, go, hurry.
Power Lifter:
[goes to the door, whistles]
Leslie! Come on! We're going!
Leslie:
What the hell's going on?
Power Lifter:
Any problem?
Harry Washello:
No, no there's no problem.
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