:58:01
Your stomach. Your tum-tum.
:58:04
Pull the handle on your stomach!
:58:14
Pull the handle on your stomach!
:58:22
Pull the handle on your stomach!
:58:30
Philip!
:58:37
All right! Way to go, Mr. Hicks!
:58:39
Now get those legs together
and get ready to land!
:58:47
All right!
:58:53
All right!
:59:13
Yeah, son!
:59:17
-You made it, son! You made it.
-Yes, you did.
:59:20
Philip. Listen to me, son.
:59:23
Philip, l didn't mean a word of it.
Not a word.
:59:26
Way to go, Mr. Hicks.
:59:27
That was a great recovery.
l want to shake your hand.
:59:31
-Say, he's got a good grip on that thing.
-Wake up, son. Wake up. lt's all over.
:59:36
Philip, forgive us.
We'll never badmouth you again, bud.
:59:40
Angels!
:59:42
No, son, it's us.
You made it. You're alive.
:59:45
And you're going down in the annals
of Grooverdom for this one, bud.
:59:49
Yeah!
:59:53
Oh, hold on. Wait a minute.
Hold it right there.
:59:55
-You get a free picture with your first jump.
-Okay.
:59:58
Oh, listen, l hope you ain't gonna be
too sore about this little screw up.