Wilson: Don't panic, Jill. I'll just readjust the mixture. [engine starts] And I'll level the course. There. That's better.
Tim: I'm sorry, everybody. Is there something I can do, Wilson?
Wilson: Well, actually, Tim, there's a very special job I have for you.
Tim: Great. What is it?
Wilson: Take your hands...
Tim: Got them.
Wilson: Place them firmly under your butt...
Tim: OK.
Wilson: And leave them there for the rest of the flight.