Quatermass II

Prof. Bernard Quatermass:
Dillon, there's something on your face!

Robert:
If you want odd things to happen, just ask the government.

Sgt. Grice:
I'm going to make ruddy BBC announcers out of you lot if I have to soften up your gullets with my bare hands!

[Dillon and Grice are about to leave their radar site to investigate a meteorite impact they tracked]

Sgt. Grice:
[to the Private watching the radar screen] You carry on. Just report that plane when it shows up. Nothing else. Got it?

Private:
Yes, Sergeant.

[Dillon and Grice leave]

Private:
It's the one I learnt yesterday, Sergeant.

Dr. Leo Pugh:
I joined your father as a mathematical genius. That's not boasting. I was, once. A calculating boy. But these machines, they beat me. I press buttons.

Paula Quatermass:
Why did you join him?

Dr. Leo Pugh:
Looking for some kind of beauty, I suppose. The mathematical kind. The idea of making roads in space for rockets to travel. Four-dimensional roads curved with relativity, metalled with best quality continuum. Hmm. [he realizes something] These roads are two-way -

[Pugh tries to go back to work. Paula stops him]

Paula Quatermass:
The break's still on Leo. Tell me about the calculating boy.

Dr. Leo Pugh:
Ohh. At the village school, in Merioneth, the teacher, old Miss Williams, used to set me enormous sums to do. She loved to astonish herself, 'cause I always got them right. "You'll go far, Leo bach," she said. "You have the power to benefit mankind." Hm, and now I press buttons.