The Way to the Stars

Squadron Leader Sil Carter:
Well, chaps, as you know the target for this afternoon is exactly the same as yesterday's, and the day before yesterday's, and the day before that. Calais. Barge concentrations.

Peter Penrose:
[reading] Do not despair for Johnny head-in-air He sleeps as sound as Johnny underground Fetch out no shroud for Johnny in the cloud And keep your tears for him in after years Better by far for Johnny the bright star to keep your head and see his children fed.

'Tinker' Bell:
[after ordering tea] They don't warm the pots, you know. I've watched them making it.

Tiny Williams:
Well, it's liquid and it's warm. I was afraid they were going to abolish it altogether.

'Tinker' Bell:
Oh, but they would have done, they were going to, if I myself hadn't protested to the colonel.

Tiny Williams:
Nobly done, Tinkerbell.

Peter Penrose:
I'm afraid I'm strictly amateur.

Flight Lt. David Archdale:
There aren't any amateurs and professionals anymore, just good pilots and bad pilots. The good pilots stay alive and the bad ones don't. And that's not true anymore either.

'Tinker' Bell:
I say, by the way, I found out what that awful brown stuff they put on the tables at dinner is. It's peanut butter.

Tiny Williams:
Made from peanuts, I suppose ?

'Tinker' Bell:
I imagine so. I've tried it. It's revolting.

Peter Penrose:
How long do you think this blasted war is going on ?

Tiny Williams:
Oh, years and years and years, I should think. Spring 1955 is my personal bet.

Mr. Palmer:
Oh, would you believe you!

Flight Lt. David Archdale:
[reciting] Less said the better, the bill unpaid, dead letter. No roses at the end of Smith, my friend. Last words don't matter, for there are none to flatter. Words will not fill the post of Smith the ghost. For Smith, our brother, only son of loving mother, the ocean lifted, stirred, leaving no word.

Johnny Hollis:
[mocking army issue instruction manuals] One scotch and soda, large, officer, for the use of.

Johnny Hollis:
Since when did I ever do a bad take-off?

Joe Friselli:
Well, you usually manage to miss the control tower, I'll give you that.

Peter Penrose:
Good Lord, Hitler's really had it now, hasn't he?

Aircraftsman:
Mark my words, no good will come of it.

Aircraftsman:
That's what the next one will be like, rockets a thousand tonnes, you mark my words.