Chuck Yeager:
[NASA recruiters are talking to test pilots]
You need lab rabbits.
Recruiter:
Sorry, I didn't get that.
Chuck Yeager:
I said you need lab rabbits to curl up in your damn capsule. With its heart going "pitter-patter". And a wire up the kazook. I don't hold with it.
Scott Crossfield:
I don't either. You want a pilot to become a balistic missile. And then splash down - possibly get lost at sea.
Pancho Barnes:
See, some peckerwood's gotta get the thing up. And some peckerwood's gotta land the son of a bitch. And that "peckerwood" is called a "pilot".
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