Made to roll
The brakes don't work, and this grade's so steep
Her engine's sure to blow
Nine hundred thousand tons of steel,
Out of control
She's more a rollercoaster
Than the train I used to know.
The rail switches towards the depot
"No! No! Hit the brakes!"
The train plows through the safety barriers
"I can't STOP IT!"
Colonel Sandurz: We can't stop; it's too dangerous! We have to slow down first!
Dark Helmet: Bullshit! Just stop this thing! I order you: STOOOOOOOOOOP!
[Sandurz pulls the switch, Dark Helmet goes flying into a console after it stops on a dime.]