Michael Hogan: I still can't figure out why that cylinder head temp gauge didn't show we were overheating.
Skip Franklin: Aw, that thing never worked right. Mmmm, honey, with coffee like this, you're gonna have no trouble hooking a man.
Sandy Hogan: I'll bring a thermos along on my next date.
Michael Hogan: Wait a minute, wait, wait a minute. Skip, what do you mean, that gauge never worked right?
Skip Franklin: When you've been flying as long as I have, who needs gauges?
Michael Hogan: You mean you took us up in a plane knowing it had faulty equipment?
Skip Franklin: Well, I got a little behind on some maintenance but fixing one gauge wouldn't have necessarily made a difference.
Michael Hogan: That's not a chance I would have taken. Not with my life. And certainly not with my son's!
Skip Franklin: Mike, don't get your shorts in an uproar.
Michael Hogan: The FAA is gonna ask what I know. And I'm gonna have to tell him the truth.
Skip Franklin: Mike, they nail me for reckless and careless, I'll lose my flight certificate.
Michael Hogan: I'm not gonna lie for you, Skip. I trusted you. I'll see you down there.
[leaves the house in a controlled huff]
Skip Franklin: I can't believe he'd turn me in for one little mishap.
Sandy Hogan: Uh, Skip, you almost killed yourself, your best friend, and one of his children.
Skip Franklin: Well, it's obvious whose side you're on!