The Dam Busters1955

Gibson:
Well, the sixpenny bombsight works and the spotlamps work. We've flown two thousand hours, and dropped a good many more than two thousand practice bombs. The specially converted aircraft start arriving tomorrow. So, from now until the word "go" I want you to practice flying them at your all-up proper weights. [indicates Young] You can work that out, Dinghy. Don't forget that some of the armour's been taken out. And don't exceed 63,000 pounds or otherwise we shan't get off. [looks around] Any problems?

Squadron Leader H.M. Young, DFC:
You want the front gunner to stay in his turret the whole time?

Gibson:
Oh yes, he'll have to deal with the flak guns.

Squadron Leader H.M. Young, DFC:
The trouble with that is his feet. [mimics with fingers] They dangle in front of the bomb-aimer's face. How about fixing up some stirrups to get his feet out of the way and make him more comfortable?

Gibson:
That's a good plan.

Squadron Leader H.E. Maudslay, DFC:
Have you any idea when we're going, sir?

Gibson:
Probably within a week. But, keep it under your hats! You won't have to put up with being called "the armchair squadron" much longer

Squadron Leader H.E. Maudslay, DFC:
Two months without an operation is getting us stalejake now.

Flight Lt. J.V. Hopgood, DFC:
There was damn near a riot yesterday when somebody in 57 Squadron started it again

Flight Lt. H.B. Martin, DSO, DFC, AFC:
Our fellows would feel better if they blew off steam

Gibson:
[grins] Alright, the next time somebody starts being funny, have a riot. [assembled pilots laugh] Alright, that's all. [pilots get up to leave]