Charles Levine, President Columbia Aircraft Co.: Look, Mr. Lindbergh, I don't mean to belittle you, but, after all, New York to Paris isn't like dropping off a mail bag in Keokuk, Iowa.

Charles Lindbergh: [after politely trying to smoke a cigar given to him by an investment banker] The idea of committing suicide never crossed my mind except when I took this cigar.

Charles Lindbergh: I take up a compass heading of 65 degrees out of New York, keep correcting the heading every 100 miles.
Benjamin Frank Mahoney, President Ryan Airlines Co.: What happens over the water?
Charles Lindbergh: Over the water I keep watching the waves, see which direction the wind's blowing in, allow for the drift...
Benjamin Frank Mahoney, President Ryan Airlines Co.: And hope the Lord will do the rest.
Charles Lindbergh: No, I never bother the Lord. I'll do the rest.
Benjamin Frank Mahoney, President Ryan Airlines Co.: Might need a little help up there, don't you think?
Charles Lindbergh: No, it will only get in the way.

Charles Lindbergh: Now, I don't propose to sit on a flagpole or swallow goldfish. I'm not a stuntman; I'm a flier.

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Charles Lindbergh: [narrating] There were 200,000 people there that night. And when we came back home, there were 4 million people waiting.