Freewheelers

Von Gelb:
I want revenge. Before either of you two were born I saw my fatherland shattered by a hail of bombs, crushed by invading armies, our cities turned into infernos by your terror raids.

Bill Cowan:
*You* began it.

Von Gelb:
You're quite right. Unfortunately we failed, through a number of regrettable blunders, to finish it successfully. I do not regard this decision as final. I intend to reverse the verdict of the last war.

Bill Cowan:
You're mad.

Von Gelb:
I thought you would say that. You would say next that I won't get away with it.

Olaf:
I have brought you some nice soup.

Paddy:
[Strong Irish accent] Ah that's the sweetest music I've heard this many a day, sure every note forms a melody. T'is something I thought was exclusive to me dreams but here it is, a brew for folk with souls. [sniffs] Ah - if it tastes as good as it smells then you've entered that glorious realm of heaven-sent providers of which me dear old mother, God rest her soul, was queen.

Olaf:
Do you always go on like that?

Paddy:
[drops accent] Well I'm Irish, I thought it was expected of me.

Colonel Buchan:
Lay on the helicopter will you for me... and get that naval pilot, what's his name - Bevan or Burgess? He's a good lad, he always carries a hip flask.

Clayton:
Alter the weather for hundreds of miles away, it would. The government were going to fork out millions... MILLIONS!

Colonel Buchan:
What, this government?

Clayton:
Makes you think doesn't it?

Colonel Buchan:
Yes it does.