Odie
[Howard runs out of fuel trying to push his H-1 Racer faster. It crash-lands in a field. Odie and the rest of the engineers rush to the field, an ambulance following close behind, expecting the worst. Odie sees Howard casually relaxing against the plane, writing notes]
Howard! Howard!
Howard
How'd we do?
Odie
[Breathless]
...352 on the last run! [Gives a chuckle of relief. Howard smiles]
Howard
She'll go faster.
