Airplane!
Airplane!

Steve McCroskey: Gunderson, check the Radar Range. Anything yet?
Gunderson: [gets up and opens the door of the Radar Range microwave, which is roasting a turkey] About two more minutes, chief.
Steve McCroskey: Two more minutes? They could be miles off course!
Rex Kramer: That's impossible. They're on

instruments!
[cuts to the cockpit, where Striker, Elaine, Randy and Rumack are all playing musical instruments]

Airplane!
Airplane!

Rumack: Extremely serious. It starts with a slight fever and dryness of the throat. When the virus penetrates the red blood cells, the victim becomes dizzy, begins to experience an itchy rash, then the poison goes to work on the central nervous system, severe muscle spasms followed by the inevitable drooling.
[Oveur does all of the above as Rumack describes each one]

Rumack: At this point, the entire digestive system collapses accompanied by uncontrollable flatulence
[Oveur begins to fart uncontrollably]
Rumack: Until finally, the poor bastard is reduced to a quivering wasted piece of jelly.

Airplane!
Airplane!

[with Randy's help, and as Dr. Rumack looks on, Ted is attempting to figure out how the controls of Flight 209 work]
Elaine Dickinson: Ted! What are you doing here?
[voice breaking:]
Elaine Dickinson: You can't fly this plane!
Ted Striker: That's what I'm trying to tell these people!
Rumack:

Elaine, I don't have time to say this gently, so I'll be very direct. Everyone in this plane is in a desperate situation. Mr. Striker is the only hope we've got.
[lightning flash illuminates interior of plane]