“I push the stick up to get the airplane to gain altitude and push it down to lose altitude. Then I push it to the right ...”
“I get it, darling. You’re the engineer but, at a risk of sounding trite, it isn’t rocket science, even though your remote-control design is brilliant - one might even say, inspired.”
“You are my inspiration, my love. I’d do anything for you.”
“You’re sure the signal can’t be overridden by the pilot?”
“Correct.”
“Then let me do it myself.”
“Are you sure?”
“Let me crash the plane, darling. After all, he is my husband.”
“I get it, darling. You’re the engineer but, at a risk of sounding trite, it isn’t rocket science, even though your remote-control design is brilliant - one might even say, inspired.”
“You are my inspiration, my love. I’d do anything for you.”
“You’re sure the signal can’t be overridden by the pilot?”
“Correct.”
“Then let me do it myself.”
“Are you sure?”
“Let me crash the plane, darling. After all, he is my husband.”
