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Mav: Hey babe?
Mav: How much do you love me?
Ice: Normally I'd say something ridiculously sappy here but the way you paused is worrying.
Mav: It's nothing bad!
Ice: Let me be the judge of that.
Mav: I just...may have sort of stolen a multi-million dollar aircraft to prove a point.
Mav: Babe?
Mav: Hot stuff?
Mav: Love of my life and other half of my soul?
Kazansky: What did he do. What did you do?
Simpson: I'm going to preface this by saying I was just following your orders.
Kazansky: .....that does not inspire confidence.
Simpson: Funny you mention inspiring confidence....
Kazansky: Just tell me.
Simpson: Moral was at an all-time low after the accident yesterday
Simpson: I called Maverick to my office, told him he was grounded for failing to prove to the detachment that the mission was possible
Simpson: And that I would be taking over training
Simpson: So he "stole" a plane and successfully completed the course in just under 2:15.
Kazansky: "Stole"?
Simpson: Well the only person who knew Maverick was grounded was Maverick.
Kazansky: Clever.
Kazansky: Casualties?
Simpson: An F/C-18's airframe and smidge of my credibility.
Kazansky: Have a report on my desk by the end of the day, I'll handle it.
Ice: I just got off the phone with Simpson.
Ice: You both are and are not in trouble.
Mav: So you're saying you calmed Simpson down but I'm going to be making you apology cookies for the next month or so?
Ice: Lemon blueberry or the brownie cookies, no substitutes.
Mav: Aye, sir!