Sally: Look at this. When this moist Gulf air collides with this Canadian cold front and this Alberta clipper has her way, a series of tornadoes will level... all of Rutherford.
Dick: Ouch.
Sally: I gotta warn 'em.
Dick: No, you are a security officer first and a weather girl second! You cannot compromise this mission!
Sally: No one else can predict these tornadoes. The other stations will get it all wrong.
Dick: That's because the aliens who work on those stations are keeping their mouths shut!
Sally: Dick, listen to me. At 9:05 tomorrow night, there will be a catastrophic weather event, and people will get hurt.
Dick: You know we are forbidden to change the course of human events. Now, you will stand in front of those cameras, smile your biggest smile, and predict sunny skies and mild temperatures.
Sally: Are you asking me to take a dive?
Dick: I'm not asking, Lieutenant, I'm telling. It's an order.