Frankie: [over walkie-talkie] Left. Left. That's too much left! Right, right! Right, right! No, no, no! That's too far! Stop! Oh, my God, that was close. Why aren't you listening to me?
Mike: I am listening. I need more lead time. It takes more than a few seconds to steer this damn thing. What the hell are you doing up there?
Frankie: Well, I'm sorry. This twirler keeps dropping her baton. We could have flattened her like a pancake.
Mike: Just tell me what you see.
Frankie: I see... Brad with his arm around Sue.
Mike: I always liked those two together.
Frankie: Uh... I can't feel my legs. I'm gonna get thrombosis. I saw it on Dr. Oz. You know, maybe if I get on my stomach. Aah! Oh, oh, oh. Worse, worse. So much worse.