The Lost Patrol1934

Sanders:
Brown, you're a gentleman! You've got breeding! You must have faith!

Brown:
Why?

Sanders:
Why? Why in Heaven's name, man, what do you believe in?

Brown:
Would it really interest you? Oh, a lot of things. A good horse, steak and kidney pudding, a fellow named George Brown, the asinine futility of this war, being frightened, being drunk enough to be brave and brave enough to be drunk, the feel of the sea when you swim, the taste and strength of wine, the loveliness of women, the splendid, unspeakable joy of killing Arabs, the smell of incense and bacon, the weight of a fist, an old pair of shoes, a toothache, triunph...

Sanders:
STOP!

Brown:
All right.