Bombsight Stolen (1941)
Helen Barrington: You know, George, I think you waste your time with the wrong sort of women.
Flt·Lieut. George Perry: I never waste my time with any women.
Helen Barrington: I quite believe that.
Mrs. Barrington: Ladies and gentlemen, I declare this bizarre well and truly laid.
Mrs. Barrington: And in conclusion, I can do no better than to quote the words of our great Prime Minister to the gallant boys of the RFA: Never have so much owed so many to so little.
Charles Dimble: Good morning!
Alan Trently: Good morning.
Charles Dimble: Haven't we met somewhere before?
Alan Trently: I don't think so.
Charles Dimble: I've got a wonderful memory for faces.
Alan Trently: Well, I haven't, but I think I'd remember yours. I mean...
Charles Dimble: I was looking for you.
Alan Trently: Oh, why?
Charles Dimble: This card just came for you. Swiss stamp and a very curious message.
Alan Trently: That's pretty cool nerve. Do you always read other people's letters?
Charles Dimble: Certainly not. This isn't a letter. It's a postcard. Postcards are fair game.
Flt·Lieut. George Perry: Hello!
Alan Trently: I've, uh, brought your supper.
Flt·Lieut. George Perry: Ah, that's very decent of you.
Alan Trently: Well, they're shorthanded and I thought that I'd...
Flt·Lieut. George Perry: [interrupting] Find Helen here, eh? Well, bad luck. She's gone.
[Alan starts to leave]
Flt·Lieut. George Perry: Oh, don't run away.
Alan Trently: I've got work to do!
Flt·Lieut. George Perry: More domestic duties?
Ronald: You can always tell a real butler. Butlers' faces are white. If they pinch the boss's port, they're red. Yours is brown.
John Barrington: There is somebody supposed to be looking after you, isn't there?
Ronald: Mmm. That butler of yours.
John Barrington: Yes. Well, would you mind going back and being looked after again?