Hot Shots!

Are you OK?
This is an incredible coincidence,
but the hunter who mistakenly
killed your father...

was Henry Pfaffenbach, my father.
I feel terrible.
Isn't this Henry Alva Pfaffenbach?
My mother was a Pfaffenbach.
Not... Doreen Pfaffenbach?
- From Minnesota?
- Yeah.

Then we're cousins. We used to
spend our summers in Eagle River.

Eagle River?
I hope you can forgive me for this.
If it helps, I didn't have seconds.
That's all right. It's not your fault.
Anyone could have made that mistake.

But him, he's the type that could
end up killing every man in this outfit.

Wait a minute. Why are you mad at me?
He's the one who ate your father.

Like father, like son.
You've already been tossed out once.

Hold it, hold it.
We can't fight among ourselves.
We're all on the same team here.

I want the two of you to shake hands.
There, now. Isn't that better?
- Yeah.
- Sure.

There. We're friends again.
Here. Have some of my lucky gum.
Look, Dead Meat. We fly together,
we sleep next to each other, but that's all.

Don't get too close.
Let me handle my own affairs.

He's so complex.
Every aerial photo and recon report
indicate a defensive arsenal

in the D, and perhaps -C, categories.
There's also some antiaircraft squadrons.
They can send up an ack-ack umbrella
high enough to make any attack ineffective.

I don't have a clue
what you're talkin' about, Phil.

I have a shell the size of a fist in my head.
Pork Chop Hill.