Guns of Navarone

Mallory:
Someone's got to take the responsibility if the job's going to get done. Do you think that's easy?

Corporal Miller:
Captain, I'm concerned about this vessel. It's taking on water.

Mallory:
Why does that concern you?

Corporal Miller:
I can't swim.

Mallory:
Are you sure it will work?

Corporal Miller:
There's no guarantee, but the theory's perfectly feasible.

Major Franklin:
No, I'm stupid sometimes. Even when I was a kid, I always took it for granted people wanted to play the games I like, and I'd be furious when they didn't.

Capt. Keith Mallory:
Well, now they have to, so why worry?

Corporal Miller:
Sir, I've inspected this boat, and I think you ought to know that I can't swim.

Corporal Miller:
Well, right now I say to hell with the job! I've been on a hundred jobs and not one of them's altered the course of the war! I don't care about the war anymore, I care about Roy!

Capt. Keith Mallory:
And if Turkey comes into the war on the wrong side?

Corporal Miller:
So what? Let the whole bloody world come in and blow itself to pieces, that's what it deserves!

Squadron Leader Howard Barnsby RAAF:
Well, as you can see, it was bloody awful. But we'd love to go back, wouldn't we boys? On one condition: we want to take along the bloody joker who thought up this job, and when we get there, we're gonna shove him out at ten thousand feet - without a parachute.

Capt. Keith Mallory:
He says he's going to kill me when the war is over.

Corporal Miller:
You can't be serious.

Capt. Keith Mallory:
He's from Crete, those people don't make idle threats.

Maj. Baker:
What's going on here, what are you doing to that man?

Major Franklin:
You know him?

Maj. Baker:
Of course, that's Nikolai, our laundry boy. Is he the reason I'm being disturbed? Look, Franklin, I've had a hard day!

Major Franklin:
Does his job involve listening at keyholes?

Maj. Baker:
It's just a case of idle curiosity, he doesn't speak a word of english!

Major Franklin:
Then why was he listening, why does he carry a knife, and why did he try to stab this man?

Maj. Baker:
I presume he was trying to defend himself, when you've been in this part of the world as long as I you'll know carrying a knife doesn't mark one as a criminal!

Squadron Leader Howard Barnsby RAAF:
BAD? It can't be done, not from the air, anyway!

Commodore Jensen:
You're quite sure of that, Squadron Leader? This is important.

Squadron Leader Howard Barnsby RAAF:
So's my life! To me, anyway, and the lives of these jokers here, and the eighteen men we lost tonight!

Squadron Leader Howard Barnsby RAAF:
Look, sir. First, you've got that ruddy old fortress on top of that ruddy cliff. Then you've got the ruddy fortress inside the cliff. You can't even see the ruddy cave, let alone the ruddy guns. And even if we could, sir, we haven't got a ruddy bomb big enough to smash that ruddy rock. And that's the ruddy truth.

Prologue Narrator:
Greece and the islands of the Aegean Sea have given birth to many myths and legends of war and adventure. And these once-proud stones, these ruined and shattered temples bear witness to the civilization that flourished and then died here and to the demigods and heroes who inspired those legends on this sea and these islands. But, though the stage is the same, ours is a legend of our own times, and its heroes are not demigods, but ordinary people. In 1943, so the story goes, 2000 British soldiers lay marooned on the tiny island of Kheros, exhausted and helpless. They had exactly one week to live for in Berlin the Axis high command had determined on a show of strength in the Aegean Sea to bully neutral Turkey into coming into the war on their side. The scene of that demonstration was to be Kheros, itself of no military value, but only a few miles off the coast of Turkey. The cream of the German war machine, rested and ready, was to spearhead the attack, and the men on Kheros were doomed unless they could be evacuated before the blitz. But the only passage to and from Kheros was guarded and blocked by two great, newly designed, radar-controlled guns on the nearby island of Navarone. Guns too powerful and accurate for any allied ship then in the Aegean to challenge. Allied intelligence learned of the projected blitz only one week before the appointed date. What took place in the next six days became the legend of Navarone.

Corporal Miller:
To tell you the truth, I didn't think we could do it.

Capt. Keith Mallory:
To tell you the truth, neither did I.

Major Franklin:
Pappadimos, have you got your silencer?

Pvt. Spyros Pappadimos:
Yes.

Major Franklin:
Good. Use it. Shoot the laundry boy.

Maj. Baker:
What?

Major Franklin:
And if the Major gets in your way, shoot him too.

Capt. Keith Mallory:
Well, now they have to, so why worry?

Capt. Keith Mallory:
These are fine people.

The only way to win a war is to be as awful as they are. The only thing that concerns me is waking up one day and discovering we have become worse than they are.

Mallory:
“ You think you've been getting away with it all this time, standing by. Well, son... your bystanding days are over! You're in it now, up to your neck! They told me that you're a genius with explosives. Start proving it! [gesturing with his pistol] You got me in the mood to use this thing, and by God, if you don't think of something, I'll use it on you! I mean it.”