If it could break the sound barrier, falling out of a window shouldn't be able to break it.
I told you not to touch it.
You built it all wrong! Did you even read the directions?
[Arthur furiously gets on his feet and grits his teeth; D.W. is too busy talking to be frightened]
It didn't fly through one second! It's not my fault if you made a plane that can't fly.
[lividly] I told you... NOT TO TOUCH IT!!!!!
[he punches D.W., who hits the ground; D.W. wails in agony as she heads back inside]
Arthur Timothy Read? Come here!
[shocked] Uh-oh. Middle name!