yeager: i don't care about 90% of the people they (rust) shot
lang: so what's the 10%, son? is it me, is it your father, huh?
yeager: i don't know
lang: look at you, look how cute you are
lang answering a call from yeager: "yes, my beautiful son?"
yeager: *explains he has a plan to get lang out safely if he loses the death race*
lang: "son, i appreciate that you still care about my well-being but i'm not gonna be there"
yeager: *hangs up*
i love them :(
