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: I'm in love with you, and I want to marry you. Carol Fisher
: I'm in love with you, and I want to marry you. Johnny Jones
: Hmm... that cuts down our love scene quite a bit, doesn't it?
[Radio broadcast from London
] Johnny Jones
: Hello, America. I've been watching a part of the world being blown to pieces. A part of the world as nice as Vermont, and Ohio
] Johnny Jones
: , and Virginia, and California, and Illinois lies ripped up and bleeding like a steer in a slaughterhouse, and I've seen things that make the history of the savages read like Pollyanna legends. I've seen women...
[bombs begin exploding
] English Announcer
: It's a raid; we shall have to postpone the broadcast. Johnny Jones
: Oh, postpone, nothing! Let's go on as long as we can. English Announcer
: Madam, we have a shelter downstairs. Johnny Jones
: How about it, Carol? Carol Fisher
: They're listening in America, Johnny. Johnny Jones
: Okay, we'll tell 'em, then. I can't read the rest of the speech I had, because the lights have gone out, so I'll just have to talk off the cuff. All that noise you hear isn't static - it's death, coming to London. Yes, they're coming here now. You can hear the bombs falling on the streets and the homes. Don't tune me out, hang on a while - this is a big story, and you're part of it. It's too late to do anything here now except stand in the dark and let them come... as if the lights were all out everywhere, except in America. Keep those lights burning, cover them with steel, ring them with guns, build a canopy of battleships and bombing planes around them. Hello, America, hang on to your lights: they're the only lights left in the world!
: I think the world has been run long enough by well-meaning professionals. We might give the amateurs a chance now.
: You never hear of circumstances out of our control rushing us into peace, have you?
: This is Scott ffolliott, newspaperman same as you. Foreign correspondent. Mr. Haverstock, Mr. ffolliott. Scott ffolliott
: With a double 'F'. Johnny Jones
: How do you do? Scott ffolliott
: How do you do? Johnny Jones
: I don't get the double 'F'. Scott ffolliott
: They're at the beginning. Both small 'F's Johnny Jones
: They can't be at the beginning. Scott ffolliott
: One of my ancestors was beheaded by Henry VIII. His wife dropped the capital letter to commemorate it. There it is. Johnny Jones
: How do you say it, like a stutter? Scott ffolliott
: No, just a straight 'fuh'.