Sam: Well, nobody really planned it. We just all went out at the same time and decided to grab hands and there we were in this four-leaf clover formation. We were kind of like the June Taylor dancers out there.
Woody: It's kind of a male bonding thing to give yourself a nickname.
Frasier: Well, I applaud your bravery, but I must say I thought we'd advanced beyond the notion that a real man risks his life in pointless confrontations with death. I thought we pretty much accepted that a real man is someone who makes gobs and gobs of money like me. [chuckles] Well, see you later, sisters.

Rebecca: You know something? I- I just had this wild idea. Do you think you guys could jump out of an airplane holding a large banner that said "Cheers"?
Cliff: For any particular reason?
Rebecca: Well, I was just thinking of one of the comments I got in the suggestion box. It said, "You have a really great bar here, but why keep it a secret? Why don't you publicize more?" Well, we could have a cameraman shoot it, maybe even get it on the news.
Norm: Whoa, hold on a second here. You're talking about taking a pure sport such as skydiving and tainting it for commercial gain?
Cliff: Yeah, yeah.
Rebecca: Come on. A thing like that could have a tremendous impact.
Norm: Hey, so could l.

Rebecca: Well, maybe it isn't such a good idea. Maybe I was wrong. Besides, I might have gone ahead and made a fool of myself and given in to temptation.
Sam: Wait a minute. Wait a minute. What do you mean?
Rebecca: Oh, I just think it's really exciting, all the danger of drifting through space, you know? I mean, I really wish there was some way that I could capture that feeling of total abandonment while making love. Talk about a turn on.
Sam: Please, do.
Rebecca: Let's just say that this kind of masculine bravado is too sexy for me to resist.
Sam: Could you wait right here for a minute? Could I talk to the June Taylor dancers in the hall?

Bob: Now listen to me. Okay, now remember, this time when you jump... out of the plane, hold on to the bottom of the banner and let it spread out so that Otto can get a good shot of it.
Norm: Okay, question. How are we supposed to pull our ripcord and hold on to the banner at the same time?
Bob: You won't be pulling the rip cord for 20 seconds. Just count like this. One Mississippi, two Mississippi...
Sam: Excuse me. Could we make it a shorter state, like Maine? You know, one Maine, two Maine, three Maine?

Sam: What a relief, huh? Hey, I tell ya, it's not as hard to chicken out this time, is it?
Norm: No, no, Sammy. The more you do something, the easier it gets.
Woody: Go to heck in a handcart. I can't eat, I can't sleep. I was embarrassed to talk to my mom on the phone the other day. I'd rather die like a fool than live like a coward! Geronimo!

Hugh: You guys did it. You actually did it.
Pete: Look at them. [laughs] Look at them up there.
Rebecca: And there's the banner. [all cheering]
Carla: Well, I wouldn't have believed it if I didn't see it with my own two eyes. Chickens can fly.

Bob: Yeah, I could arrange to have some stunt guys I know jump for you.
Norm: Whoa, hold on now. You're talking about, uh, money for you guys, money for Otto here, money for the plane, right? Then we're going to hire a stunt crew and all their equipment? That's gonna run us what, $3,000, $4,000, $5,000, right?
Otto: Yeah, at least.
Cliff: I'm comfortable with that.
Sam: That's fine with me.
Norm: Vera has some money from when her folks died. We'll just dip into that.

Cliff: Yeah, hey, you know what the trouble is with the world we live in?
Norm: Yeah.
Cliff: There's no danger. There's no opportunity for three independent hombres like ourselves to stare death in the face and conquer it on our own terms.
Bob: What about skydiving?
Norm: You'd think there'd be some thrilling, dangerous endeavor we could try, you know?
Bob: Why don't you try skydiving?
Cliff: Yeah, everything's just too darn safe in this world.
Bob: I teach skydiving. I'd take you up anytime.
Woody: Hey, I've got an idea! What about skydiving?
Norm: You mean, actually jumping out of an airplane, Woody?
Woody: It ain't that bad. I've seen a lot of movies of guys skydiving. They're just floating in the air.
Cliff: Oh, yeah, yeah, they're just floating in the air, but the Earth is hurdling upwards at 100 miles an hour.

Bob: Guys, take it from someone who's done it well over 2,000 times. You'll never get over the thrill of letting go of that plane and falling through space. You'll never feel such freedom in your life.
Norm: Who the hell are you?
Bob: Bob Speaks. I'm with the jump club out in Weymouth.
Cliff: Yeah, well, very nice to make your acquaintance, Bob. Now, butt out.
Bob: Sorry, I didn't know you guys were just blowing smoke. But if you're serious, we could start in the morning, go through a brief orientation, I'd have you jumping by noon.
Carla: Boy, are you barking up the wrong tree. These are the three biggest cowards in Boston.
Norm: Hey! Who you calling coward?
Carla: You three cocktail weenies. You guys don't have the guts to go up there.

Bob: Hey, now, don't force them. Not everyone has what it takes.
Norm: Whoa, hey, just a second, pal. We got what it takes. We got all kinds of what it takes. We could do it if we wanted to. Just the question is, do we want to? Right? Cliffie?
Cliff: Want to? Try and stop me, sucker.
Woody: Hey, guys, don't leave me out of this.
Sam: Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa, fellas. It's late and you've had a few beers. You'll agree to anything.
Norm: Damn right we will.
Cliff: Yeah, yeah.
Woody: We all agreed?
Cliff: Yeah, yeah! [all cheer] What's the matter?
Norm: No, I just caught one of my armpit hairs in my T-shirt.