Millions Like Us

Charters:
Talking of wartime sacrifices, Caldicott - do you remember old Parterton?

Caldicott:
Chap with all those rubber plantations in Malaya?

Charters:
Yes, that's the fellow. Do you remember his valet, Hawkins?

Caldicott:
Yes.

Charters:
He's evacuated to Weston-super-Mare.

Caldicott:
Really?

Charters:
Parterton's simply livid. Hasn't dressed himself for 30 years.

Caldicott:
What's he going to do about it?

Charters:
Follow him. To Weston-super-Mare.

Caldicott:
Oh, by the way, how many mines have we laid here this morning?

Charters:
Erm... 86. No no, 87.

Caldicott:
Sure?

Charters:
Positive.

Caldicott:
Hmm. We must remember not to bathe here after the war.

Jim:
What's in these sausages is a mystery. An' I 'ope it ain't solved in my time...

Mrs. Blythe:
[newlyweds Celia and Fred arrive at Mrs. B's guest house in Eastgate for their honeymoon] You won't be allowed out after 10:30, you know that don't you, the Front's all barricaded off.

Celia:
Oh that's alright, don't expect we shall want to go out much after blackout.

Charlie:
You can't cook or sew, I doubt if you can even knit. You know nothing about life, not what I call life. You're still only a moderate hand on a milling machine and if you had to fend for yourself in the midst of plenty you'd die of starvation. Those are only your bad points. I'm not saying you haven't got any good ones.

Jennifer:
You're mighty generous Mr Forbes. As for you, you've no looks, you're old fashioned, morbidly suspicious, dull, and your pipe makes horrible bubbly noises.

Charlie:
The world's made up of two kinds of people, you're one sort and I'm the other. Oh, we're together now, there's a war on, we need to be, but what's going to happen when it's over? Shall we go on like this or are we gonna slide back? That's what I want to know. I'm not marrying you Jenny until I'm sure, I'm turning you down without even asking you, do you understand?