The Life and Death of Colonel Blimp1943

Clive Candy:
I often thought, a fellow like me dies - special knowledge, all to waste. Well, am I dead? Does my knowledge count for nothing, eh? Experience? Skill? You tell me!

Theo Kretschmar-Schuldorff:
It is a different knowledge they need now, Clive. The enemy is different, so you have to be different, too.

Clive Candy:
Are you mad? I know what war is!

Theo Kretschmar-Schuldorff:
I don't agree.

Clive Candy:
You...!

Theo Kretschmar-Schuldorff:
I read your broadcast up to the point where you describe the collapse of France. You commented on Nazi methods--foul fighting, bombing refugees, machine-gunning hospitals, lifeboats, lightships, bailed-out pilots--by saying that you despised them, that you would be ashamed to fight on their side and that you would sooner accept defeat than victory if it could only be won by those methods.

Clive Candy:
So I would!

Theo Kretschmar-Schuldorff:
Clive! If you let yourself be defeated by them, just because you are too fair to hit back the same way they hit at you, there won't be any methods *but* Nazi methods! If you preach the Rules of the Game while they use every foul and filthy trick against you, they will laugh at you! They'll think you're weak, decadent! I thought so myself in 1919!

Theo Kretschmar-Schuldorff:
[he pats Clive's shoulder] You mustn't mind me, an old alien, saying all this. But who can describe hydrophobia better than one who has been bitten - and is now immune.