Ground Control To Major Tom
Major Tom: I’m feeling very strange, and I think my spaceship knows which way to go. Tell my wife I love her very much…
Ground Control: She knows!
Major Tom: So, what, you’re not gonna tell her for me? I know she knows, dude. She’s my effing wife, I hope she knows I love her. That’s not the point. Do me a solid, man, I’m marooned up here, floating around in this tin can; it’s the least you can do. “She knows”. Yeah, thanks, guy.
Ground Control: I was just trying to reassure you, Major Tom.
Major Tom: Awesome. You know what’d be really reassuring next time? Building a damn spaceship that doesn’t spin out of control and send me into the cold depths of icy space hell. And tell the papers I’m wearing a NASA shirt just like every other a-hole astronaut who’s ever been to space. What do they think, I get to check a bag and bring a carry-on? I get my pick of shirts up here? For crying out …
Ground Control: Ground Control to Major Tom. Your circuit’s dead; there’s something wrong. Can you hear me, Major Tom? Can you hear me Major Tom?
Major Tom: I hear you. I’m just ignoring you.