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MAN: (ON RADIO)
Look alive.
Contact appears to be heading
315 miles.
Speed 430, Angels.
Approximately 2,000.
(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)
What's taking this guy so long?
Is he really as good as they say he is?
No. Better.
Oh, yeah!
Whoa! Who was that?
Why, hello, ladies.
Are you ready to lose?
Last one to the water tower
buys a round of fuel.
Tell you what,
I'll give you guys a head start.
- You're going to need it.
- Later, loser.
One one-thousand, two one...
Oh, that's enough.
See ya, suckers!
Eat my...
- Dusty! (COUGHING)
- Oh! Aw...
(DUSTY GROANS)
Pay attention.
You're daydreaming again.
Me? No, no, no! No.
Okay, yes.
But, you know, come on, Leadbottom.
Really? How hard is this?
Fly straight, turn around.
Fly straight, turn around.
Are you disrespecting
the sweet science of aerial application?
Look, I am more than just a crop duster.
Don't go flap-jawing
about that Flings Around the Planet
air racing nonsense again.
DUSTY: Excuse me, it is called
the Wings Around the Globe Rally.