M*A*S*H1972

Frank Burns:
[into walkie talkie] There is a fighter plane approaching. And, um, when I say "Now", the jet will be directly over my head.

[the jet whooshes overhead]

Frank Burns:
Now!

B.J.:
Frank, that thing is a thousand feet up going 500 miles an hour.

Hawkeye:
By the time you said 'now', the plane was in its hangar and the pilot was in his jammies.

Frank Burns:
I was just trying to help!

Col. Potter:
Stop trying. That should help right off.