Stay with hollywood, mav. We're his cover.

Don't you leave me, maverick.

Hollywood,

You're looking good.

I'm going after viper.

( rollicking action theme playing )

Goddamn you, maverick.

Mav, don't leave him.

Goose, hollywood's okay. I want viper.

Stand by. Viper's coming down.

Holy shit, we're head-to-head.

I can't believe we're doing this.

( grunts )

Whoo! Rock 'n' roll.

Here's our chance. It's a big one, goose.

( whispers ): Come on, goddamn it.

Come on, mav, keep coming.

Okay. Sidewinder missile selected.

Come on, baby. Come on, baby. ( targeting system beeping )

Come around, come around. That's it, that's it.

Jesus, this guy's good.

Goose, where's he going?

Come on, come on, come on, keep coming.

Keep coming!

Come on, baby.

Damn, this kid's good.

He's too close for missiles, goose, I'm switching to guns.

Come on, come on, come on.

Stick with me,

Stick with me.

( targeting system toning ) what--? Hold it.

Goose, check our tail.

Goose: Shit. There's jester.

Bingo, maverick's dead. You're out of there, kid.

Shit.

The defense department regrets to inform you

That your sons are dead because they were stupid.