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.

Norm: Okay, what we need now is a story. One that we can stick to, okay? So whatever we do, we make it simple and believable.
Cliff: All right, I got it. We jumped, the chutes opened and we landed.
Norm: Perfect.
Woody: Good, good. Now in what order?
Norm: Okay, let's make the story a little simpler.

Norm: Actually, you know, m- my parachute is at the dry cleaners, Sammy. They were talking like Wednesday, Thursday, you know.
Sam: Oh, come on, what are you guys trying to weasel out of this?
Cliff: Oh, hey, we live for the jump.
Sam: Well, all right then, great. Let's do it, huh? Woody, what do you say?
Woody: We did it, okay? We jumped! What do you want from me?
Norm: It's okay, it's okay. It's all right.
Woody: Guys, guys, we gotta talk.
Cliff: Uh, jump pow-wow. Sammy, you wouldn't understand.

Woody: Listen, guys, you don't have to, but I'm gonna go with Sam, okay? I mean, I can't live with the lie and if I do it, then what I said won't actually be a lie.
Cliff: Now, Woody, uh, you wouldn't tell everybody else that we didn't jump, would you?
Woody: Not unless they ask me. Then I'd have to tell them.

Norm: Sammy!
Sam: Yeah?
Norm: Tomorrow morning, 6:00 a.m. sharp.
Sam: All right!
All: [chanting] Jump, jump, jump!
Carla: [runs in] Oh, damn! I thought Clavin was up on the ledge.

Cliff: Okay, Sammy. Time to take that first big step, buddy.
Sam: I kind of thought maybe one of you guys would go first. [Cliff and Norm chuckle]
Cliff: Good, God, man, why?
Sam: Well, because you've done it before and you know what you're doing, you know? Give me a chance to see how it's done. See if you make it.
Cliff: Fair enough. Norm!
Norm: [chuckles] No, no, no, if you recall, Cliff, I jumped first last time. You go.
Cliff: Woody!
Woody: What?
Cliff: You go.
Woody: Make me.

Norm: Hey, you know something, men? All this bickering is really kind of killing my concentration. Now, I thought the spirit of this whole adventure was some sort of togetherness. Me, I don't feel it. I think we ought to just turn the plane around and go back.
Cliff: Fine, Norm, you know, if that's how you feel, that's okay. I'm not going to jump either. I'm going to wait, so, uh, listen, Bob...
Sam: Oh, wait a minute. You guys didn't jump. You just made that up, didn't you?
Norm: [scoffs] Oh, yeah, right.
Sam: Hey, Cliff. Did you jump?
Cliff: [laughs] No.

Sam: He jumped. I don't believe it. He jumped! He's not up here. He's down there falling. Hey, Woody, is it scary?
Well, that's it, man. I'm doing it. I'm going out there.
Cliff: Really?
Sam: You betcha.
Cliff: Wow, so you don't want to pay the money, so you're gonna take the chicken route, huh, Sam?

Bob: Okay, let's turn it around.
Cliff: No, I'm going. I'm going. I'm- l'm going. I'm going. Okay, uh, I'm going now. One, two... Push me, shove me. I got to do this. Kick me like a dog.
Bob: I can't do that. [engine sputters, stops] Uh, oh.
Cliff: What? What?
Bob: We're out of fuel. We're going down!
Cliff: Not with me you're not. [screams]
Bob: Okay, Rick, he's gone. [engine starts] It works every time.

Woody: Boy, I feel good, Sam. This is the greatest I've ever felt in my life. I'm thinking about doing something really crazy.
Sam: Yeah, me, too, Woody. I'm thinking about having sex.
Woody: Sam, I think we're carrying this male bonding thing a little too far.
Sam: Not with me, I mean Rebecca.
Woody: Now you're talking.
Sam: No, Woody, no, not you.