A Matter of Life and Death

Conductor 71:
After all, what is time? A mere tyranny.

Conductor 71:
Ah, these English! What is the good of kissing a girl if she does not feel it?

June:
Received your message. We can hear you. Are you wounded? Repeat. Are you wounded? Are you bailing out?

Peter:
What's your name?

June:
June.

Peter:
Yes June, I'm bailing out. I'm bailing out but there's a catch, I've got no parachute.

Doctor Frank Reeves:
Tell me, do you believe in the survival of human personality after death?

Peter:
I thought you said you read my verses.

Doctor Frank Reeves:
Do you?

June:
I don't know, er, I'd never thought about it, do you?

Doctor Frank Reeves:
I don't know, I've thought about it too much.

Doctor Frank Reeves:
A weak mind isn't strong enough to hurt itself. Stupidity has saved many a man from going mad.

Abraham Farlan:
Your smile is not unattractive, sir. Did you use it to enamor this young American lady?

Peter:
I love her sir.

Abraham Farlan:
Answer the question.

Peter:
Would you repeat the question? It, erm, had "enamored" in it.

Abraham Farlan:
You claim you love her.

Peter:
I do love her!

Abraham Farlan:
Can you prove it?

Peter:
Well give me time, sir. Fifty years will do.

Abraham Farlan:
But can you prove it?

Peter:
Well, can a starving man prove he's hungry except by eating?

Abraham Farlan:
Would you die for her?

Peter:
I would, but, er, I'd rather live.

Abraham Farlan:
Child, where were you born?

June:
In Boston Sir.

Abraham Farlan:
Do you know this man?

June:
I think so.

Abraham Farlan:
You think so?

June:
I only met him a few days ago.

Abraham Farlan:
You hardly know him. How can you think you love him?

June:
But I do love him.

Abraham Farlan:
Nonsense my child.

Doctor Frank Reeves:
I object. Council will withdraw the expression.

June:
It's all right Frank. he's right. There's no sense in love.

Abraham Farlan:
Wisdom still flowers in Boston.

Narrator:
This is the universe. Big, isn't it.

Peter:
Don't be upset about the parachute, I'll have my wings soon anyway, big white ones. I hope it hasn't gone all modern, I'd hate to have a prop instead of wings!

Peter:
Look at her.

Bob:
Holy smoke! She looks like a nice girl.

Doctor Frank Reeves:
She is a nice girl.

Bob:
Hardly your type, Skip.

Peter:
I've fallen in love with her. Her accent is foreign, but it sounds sweet to me. We were born thousands of miles apart, but we were made for each other.

Peter:
Hello.

June:
Hello.

Peter:
We won.

June:
I know darling.

Chief Recorder:
Don't you know that any slip must be reported immediately?

Conductor 71:
I lost my head.

Chief Recorder:
Not long in the service?

Conductor 71:
I joined in the so-called Second Germinal of the so-called glorious French Revolution.

Chief Recorder:
I see. Natural death?

Conductor 71:
I lost my head.

Conductor 71:
One is starved for Technicolor up there.

Doctor Frank Reeves:
Ah, there's June. She walks in beauty, like the night... Only she's cycling and it's daytime.