From the movie “A Few Good Forecasting Men”

Pilot:	“You! Forecaster!! Can you tell me what the enroute flight weather is between here and Andrews AFB?”

Forecaster:	“Well sir, I’ll have to pull up some charts and data…”

Pilot:	“I’m tired of your excuses!  Every time I walk into this weather station you people are unprepared for my briefings!
Not once have you come up with a forecast that’s even close to the weather we fly through, nor anything that even remotely resembles
the conditions on the ground when we land.  I want an A+ forecast!!”

Forecaster:	“You want a forecast?!”

Pilot: 	“I think I’m entitled to one!  Last time I checked, I was the aircraft commander!”

Forecaster:  	“You want a forecast?!”

Pilot: 	“I want the truth!!”

Forecaster:	“You can’t handle the truth!!  (pauses for dramatic effect) .  Sir, we live in a world that has weather, and that weather has to be
briefed by forecasters with AWDS terminals and animated loops.  Who’s going to do it?  You??  You, Mister fighter pilot, wanna be a junior
meteorologist?  I have a greater responsibility than you can possible fathom.  You read your NOTAM’s leaf through you flight maps and you curse the
weather!  You have that luxury;  you have the luxury of not knowing what I know.  That my forecast, while grotesquely detailed and incomprehensible
to you, saves lives.  You don’t want the truth!  Because deep down in places you don’t talk about at parties, you want me forecasting the weather! 
You need me forecasting the weather.  We use words like Vorticity, Diurnal, Orographic, and Baroclinic.  We use these words as the backbone of a life
forecasting the weather.  You use them to impress your pilot buddies!  I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who
rises and sleeps under the blanket of meteorology that I provide, and then questions the manner in which I provide it.  I would rather you just said,
“Thank You” and went on your way.  Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a mouse and a sling, pull down some charts, take some observations and start to
analyze!  Either way, I don’t give a damn what you think you’re entitled to!

Pilot:	  “Did you fabricate the forecast?”

Forecaster:	“I did the job I was train…”

Pilot:	  “Did you pull the forecast out of your ass?”

Forecaster:  	“You’re damn right I did!!!!  I did my job and I’d do it again!!!!”