Randy: Yeah, but I can't fly. The school doesn't have the equipment.
Tim: They don't?
Randy: No, and nobody knows how to build it.
Tim: Nobody knows how to build it? [grunts]
Randy: Wait. Dad. Dad, no. Dad, cut it out. No. Dad.
Tim: Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. You wanna fly? I'm the guy who can fly you. A double-ratchet pulley system. Counterweight or something. I can get you flying at 90mph around that school.
Randy: Well, yeah. I'd rather prance. No one ever died in a prancing accident.
Tim: You know, as I see it, fella, you got two choices. One, you're soaring 30 feet in the air. Swooping, diving, twisting, turning over the audience, they're looking up going: "What's he flying for? What's he... What's he gonna do to us?" Or... prance around in that dorky little green outfit... wearing elf shows.
Randy: Fly me.