Oh, George!

[as a young boy, Fred Randall is looking at the stars from what appears to be a spaceship window] Young Fred:
Gemini, this is Houston. Do you copy? [imitates radio static] Young Fred:
Roger that, Houston. This is Captain Fred Randall. [imitates radio static] Young Fred:
Houston, the earth looks beautiful. It's like a giant blueberry. [imitates radio static] Young Fred:
Roger that, Houston. We are set to fire retrorockets. [imitates radio static] Young Fred:
That's a go, Gemini. Retrofire ignition in T-minus six and counting. Five, four, three, two, one! Ignition! [it's revealed that young Fred is actually in a dryer and it has just been turned on] Young Fred:
[spinning around in the dryer]
Houston, we have a problem. We have a problem! Mission Control, The gyro is out! The gyro is out! Houston, We have a problem! We have a problem! I want my mommy! I want my mommy! [Fred's mother returns to turn off the dryer] Young Fred:
Uh-oh. Mrs. Randall:
Fred Z. Randall, what are you doing? Young Fred:
I come in peace! Mrs. Randall:
Look, George, it's our little moon man. Mr. Randall:
[steps into the room]
Sweet pickled pineapples! Why can't he play football, like the rest of the kids? Mrs. Randall:
Oh, George! [as the parents leave, young Fred looks up at the stars wistfully]