Elize Ryd:
I'm driving.
Olof Mörck:
I'm driving.
Elize Ryd:
No, I am driving.
Olof Mörck:
I'm driving.
Elize Ryd:
Let me drive.
Olof Mörck:
Let me drive.
Elize Ryd:
LET ME DRIVE!
Olof Mörck:
Here, give me the wheel.
Elize Ryd:
BACK OFF!
[Castellica starts to go alert]
Elize Ryd:
Six thousand moltons on approach -- Watch the chop --
[as the Castellica bumps into something, Olof brokes something in his body]
Olof Mörck:
OW! Oh, my ribs! Where did you learn to drive?
Elize Ryd:
Drive? What's that? Solar shear -- Hang on!
[as Elize tilts the Castellica, Olof gets hurt even more]
Olof Mörck:
Okay, let's figure this out while still have 3 ribs left.
Elize Ryd:
I've got it! Where's the little thingy that makes us slow down?
Olof Mörck:
You mean brakes?
Elize Ryd:
No, the thingy that makes us slow down!
Olof Mörck:
Those are called brakes!
Elize Ryd:
Okay, okay, forget it. Since, you don't know what that is, I'm just gonna use the brakes.