Bob: Okay, just like he did. Stand in the door, count to three, jump. Wait 20 seconds, pull the rip cord, no sweat.
Norm: Hey! Not a problem there, huh, men? I mean, uh, we're men, right?
Cliff: You got it, man.
Bob: Well, let's go, men. We're still over the jump zone.
Woody: I don't want to not sound like a man or nothing, but this doesn't seem like as much fun as it sounded last night.
Cliff: Uh, great, Woody, now you've gone and done it. I mean, uh, we're all pumped up, ready to go, and now you went and spoiled the whole thing. It's not fun anymore. Let's go back.
Norm: You know something, Cliffie? When you're right, you're right, pal. Turn the plane around, will ya, Bob?
Bob: Are you sure? None of you wants to go?
Woody: You don't think we're chicken, do you, Bob?
Bob: Oh, don't be silly. It's no disgrace. This happens all the time. Of course, it's always been the ladies. You're the first guys.
Norm: Well, you hear that? We're trailblazers.