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: [to Nurse
] You give me powders, pills, baths, injections, enemas; when all I need is love.
: You'll go on without me. That's an order. You're in command now, Shears. Commander Shears
: You make me sick with your heroics! There's a stench of death about you. You carry it in your pack like the plague. Explosives and L-pills - they go well together, don't they? And with you it's just one thing or the other: destroy a bridge or destroy yourself. This is just a game, this war! You and Colonel Nicholson, you're two of a kind, crazy with courage. For what? How to die like a gentleman, how to die by the rules - when the only important thing is how to live like a human being!... I'm not going to leave you here to die, Warden, because I don't care about your bridge and I don't care about your rules. If we go on, we go on together.
: Jennings has a plan, sir. He seems to think... Colonel Nicholson
: Yes, I'm sure Jennings has a plan. But escape? Where, into this jungle? That fellow Saito was right: no need for barbed wire or fence, one chance in a hundred of survival. I'm sure a man of Commander Shears' experience will attest to that. Commander Shears
: I'd say the odds against a successful escape are about 100 to one. But may I add another word, Colonel? The odds against survival in this camp are even worse.
: I can think of a lot of things to call Saito, but "reasonable"... that's a new one.
: You mean, you intend to uphold the letter of the law, no matter what it costs? Colonel Nicholson
: Without law, Commander, there is no civilization. Commander Shears
: That's just my point; here, there is no civilization. Colonel Nicholson
: Then we have the opportunity to introduce it.
Nurse at Ceylon hospital
: What makes you so sure you'll get a medical discharge? Commander Shears
: Because I'm a civilian at heart, lover, and I always follow my heart.
: I belong to a rather rum group called Force 316. Our headquarters is up in the botanical gardens. Commander Shears
: Protecting rare plants from the enemy?
: [to Col. Green
] Sir, it's most annoying. They say, in view of the time element, they don't think a few practice jumps would be worthwhile. Major Shears
: No? Maj. Warden
: No, they say if you make one jump, you've only got 50% chance of injury, two jumps, 80%, and three jumps, you're bound to catch a packet. The consensus of opinion is that the most sensible thing for Major Shears to do is to go ahead and jump, and hope for the best. Major Shears
: With or without a parachute?
: [referring to Col. Saito, who had a machine gun brought up to threaten Col. Nicholson and his officers
] He's going to do it, believe me, he's really going to do it!
: I'm getting worse, you know. Sometimes I think I'm Admiral Halsey.
: [lowering binoculars
] Kill him... Kill him! Major Shears
] KILL HIM! KILL HIM!
Nurse at Ceylon hospital
: [both characters are on the beach, discussing the evening's plans
] I know, you're terribly sorry, but you're standing me up tonight. Major Shears
: You couldn't be more wrong!
: [recognizes Shears
] You? Major Shears
: [lunges at Nicholson
: I'm sorry, Sir. I thought you were the enemy. Commander Shears
: Well, I'm an American, if that's what you mean.
: [He and a fellow Allied P.O.W., Weaver, have just buried a dead P.O.W. in the camp cemetery. They are putting in a handmade wooden cross to mark his grave
] Here lies... You know, Weaver, I've forgotten who we just buried. Weaver, Allied P.O.W.
: Thompson. Commander Shears
: Oh, yes... Here lies Corporal Herbert Thompson. Serial number zero-one-two-three-four-five-six-seven. Valiant member of the King's Own... or the Queen's Own... or something. Who died of beriberi in the year of our Lord, 1943. For the greater glory of... Commander Shears
: [pauses, looking stumped. Looks at Weaver
] What *did* he die for? Weaver, Allied P.O.W.
: Ah, come off it! No need to mock the grave! Commander Shears
: I don't mock the grave or the men... May he rest in peace. Commander Shears
: [bangs the makeshift wooden cross down with his shovel
] He found little enough of it when he was alive.