The First of the Few

German:
Guns *always* have the last word! Any nation that has forgotten that is *finished*!

Geoffrey Crisp:
Mitch, what do really think I can get out of her?

Reginald J. Mitchell:
Oh, two eighty five.

Geoffrey Crisp:
[astonished] Two eighty-five? Mitch, this is 1927, not 1977!

[the Mitchells have bumped into Crisp at a Dress Ball]

Reginald J. Mitchell:
Well, who's the lucky lady?

Geoffrey Crisp:
Don't know, I haven't met her yet!

Air Ministry Official:
[Referring to the new Spitfire airplane] We shall need it in 12 months. Sorry, but that's all the time we can give you.

Reginald J. Mitchell:
[Referring to his imminent death] You shall have it in eight. Because... because that's all the time *I* can give *you*!

[Last lines]

Geoffrey Crisp:
[Sotto voce, to the heavens] Mitch, Mitch, they can't take the Spitfires Mitch. They can't take 'em.

Lady Houston:
I don't love the government, but I do love my country.

Reginald J. Mitchell:
[Approaching Mitch] Well, how are you? Oh, I see you need a proper holiday.

Reginald J. Mitchell:
Do I?

Reginald J. Mitchell:
[Thinking about it] Yeah, I do. Hadn't thought of that'

Reginald J. Mitchell:
[Yelling to his wife inside the cottage] Diama!

Geoffrey Crisp:
Look, I'm going away next week. Both of you come with me.

Reginald J. Mitchell:
No. Why didn't you tell me that before?

Reginald J. Mitchell:
[Calling his wife inside the cottage again] Diana! And look who's here.

Diana Mitchell:
Hello, Geoff.

Geoffrey Crisp:
Hello, Diana.

Reginald J. Mitchell:
Here, we're going to have a holiday.

Reginald J. Mitchell:
[to Geoff] Where?

Geoffrey Crisp:
Where? Spain... Paris. There's lot to be said for Pa...

Geoffrey Crisp:
[Getting a fresh thought]... Germany!

Reginald J. Mitchell:
Why Germany?

Geoffrey Crisp:
No women.

Reginald J. Mitchell:
What do you mean? There are 35 million womwn in Germany.

Geoffrey Crisp:
Not my type.

Diana Mitchell:
[Injecting herself into the conversation] Where are we going?

Reginald J. Mitchell:
Well, believe it or not, we're going to Germany.

Reginald J. Mitchell:
[after disclosing his illness] I'm going on with my work because, as you said, it is important. At least we believe it's important, and we must live what we believe, musn't we?

Diana Mitchell:
[Realizing the extent of his illness] Live?

Reginald J. Mitchell:
Darling, we've all got to pack up some time or other. It isn't when we pack up that matters; it's what we do while we're here.