- [after the White Room is closed out and the pad crew has left]
- Walt Cunningham: It's so quiet.
- Donn Eisele: Yeah, I wonder where Guenter Wendt?
- [they all laugh uproariously]
- Wally Schirra: Ha! I'm gonna steal that.
- [after completing an emergency egress slide-wire drill]
- Wally Schirra: I'm gettin' too old for this shit!
- Wally Schirra: STC? CDR. Hope you guys are keeping an eye on the winds. They looked pretty strong coming up here
- Skip Chauvin: Uh, roger that, Apollo 7. We're still in the window for launch.
- Wally Schirra: [cynically] Go fever.
- Wally Schirra: STC? Apollo 7. Either our rate needles are way outta whack, or we're getting some substantial winds up here
- Skip Chauvin: Uh roger, Apollo 7. It's not your rate needles. You've got wind.
- Wally Schirra: Okay then... I'm recommending a hold in the count... these winds appear to be way out of the mission rule parameters.
- [long pause]
- Wally Schirra: You copy that Skip? We're not happy about the wind situation here!
- Skip Chauvin: Uh roger that, Wally. Do you mean a... possible scrub situation here?
- Wally Schirra: I hope not! I just don't like the situation.
- Deke Slayton: Wally, Deke here. We have been assured by Meteorological, that we have an acceptable launch condition. But if you want to hold, we'll hold. It's up to you.
- [very long pause. Skip moves to contact Wally, but Deke waves him off]
- Wally Schirra: Uh... Deke? If you say... we're in the ballpark... then, I guess we're a go.
- Deke Slayton: [relieved] Roger that, Wally!
- Walt Cunningham: [to Wally] Go fever, huh?
- John Young: [Hooking up Wally's comline] Test. Test. You hear me Wally?
- Wally Schirra: Five squared, John.
- John Young: How do you think Navy's gonna do this weekend?
- Wally Schirra: Figure them to beat Air Force's ass!