Nellie: We started with sixteen brave aviators. Some use skill, others relied on showmanship, others seem not to comprehend what a paper airplane is. And of course, there was the odd moment of heartbreak and disaster.
[flashback:]
Toby: Hey, I left my glasses down here somewhere. Crossing through, beep beep. [Pam's plane hit Toby in the eye]
Toby: Ow! Ow!
Pam: I didn't see you! You should have yelled "Crossing!"
Toby: [crying] I'm sorry!
Pam: Okay, so is that my spot?
[back:]
Nellie: We are now down to an elite eight. Well, seven and Toby.