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: But you're supposed to be up there - you're the pilot. Fowler
: Don't be ridiculous. I can't fly this contraption. Ginger
: Back in your day? The Royal Air Force? Fowler
: 644 Squadron, Poultry Division - we were the mascots. Ginger
: You mean you never actually *flew* the plane? Fowler
: Good heavens, no! I'm a chicken! The Royal Air Force doesn't let chickens behind the controls of a complex aircraft.
: You see, flying takes three things: Hard work, perseverance and... hard work. Fowler
: You said hard work twice! Rocky
: That's because it takes twice as much work as perseverance.
: Pushy Americans, always showing up late for every war. Overpaid, oversexed, and over here.
[the plane reels as Mrs. Tweedy hangs on to it
: Great Scott, what was that? Mac
: A cling-on, Cap'n, and the engines can't take it.
: We need more power. Mac
: I cannot work miracles, cap'n. We're giving her all she's got.
: Why, back in my RAF days...
: Cock-a-doodle-doo! What, what.
[Fowler is forced to share his bunk with Rocky
: Absolutely outrageous! Asking a senior officer to share his quarters. And with a noncommissioned Yank, no less. Why, back in my day, I'd never... Rocky
: Hey! You weren't exactly *my* first choice, either. And scoot over. Your wing's on my side of the bunk. Fowler
: *Your* side of the bunk? The *whole bunk* is my side of the bunk! Rocky
: [snapping back
] Just... What's that smell? Is that your breath? Fowler
: It's absolutely outrageous.
[Fowler is hesitant about piloting the Crate
: Fowler, you *have* to fly it. You're always talking about "back in your day"; well, *today* is your day.
[extends to Fowler his medal
: You can do it, you old sausage. Fowler
: [stares at the medal for a moment, takes it, and salutes Ginger
] Wing Commander T.I. Fowler, reporting for duty.
: Good grief! The turnip's bought it!
: Increase velocity! Babs
: What does that mean? Bunty
: It means pedal your flippin' giblets out!
[walking in on a jazz party
: Now see here! I, I don't recall authorising a hop! Bunty
: Oh, shut up and dance!
: What's happening? What's going on? Babs
: They took Ginger, Mr. Rhodes! They're taking her to the chop! Fowler
: Well, what are you waiting for, laddie? Fly over there. Save her! Rocky
: Of course - No, No! That's just what they'd expect. But I say, we give them the old element of surprise. Fowler
] And catch Jerry with his trousers down. I like the sound of that; what's the plan? Rocky
: The plan... um, the plan. The plan! Uh - Babs, give me that thing. Bunty, give me a boost.
: Keep pedaling! We're not there yet! You can't see paradise if you don't pedal!
: [of Rocky
] I don't like the look of this one. His eyes are too close together. Ginger
: Fowler, please. Fowler
: And he's a Yank.