Geoffrey Crisp: [Sotto voce, to the heavens] Mitch, Mitch, they can't take the Spitfires Mitch. They can't take 'em.
Lady Houston: I don't love the government, but I do love my country.
German: Guns *always* have the last word! Any nation that has forgotten that is *finished*!
Geoffrey Crisp: Mitch, what do really think I can get out of her?
Reginald J. Mitchell: Oh, two eighty five.
Geoffrey Crisp: [astonished] Two eighty-five? Mitch, this is 1927, not 1977!
[the Mitchells have bumped into Crisp at a Dress Ball]
Reginald J. Mitchell: Well, who's the lucky lady?
Geoffrey Crisp: Don't know, I haven't met her yet!
Air Ministry Official: [Referring to the new Spitfire airplane] We shall need it in 12 months. Sorry, but that's all the time we can give you.
Reginald J. Mitchell: [Referring to his imminent death] You shall have it in eight. Because... because that's all the time *I* can give *you*!
Reginald J. Mitchell: [Approaching Mitch] Well, how are you? Oh, I see you need a proper holiday.
Reginald J. Mitchell: Do I?
Reginald J. Mitchell: [Thinking about it] Yeah, I do. Hadn't thought of that'
Reginald J. Mitchell: [Yelling to his wife inside the cottage] Diama!
Geoffrey Crisp: Look, I'm going away next week. Both of you come with me.
Reginald J. Mitchell: No. Why didn't you tell me that before?
Reginald J. Mitchell: [Calling his wife inside the cottage again] Diana! And look who's here.
Diana Mitchell: Hello, Geoff.
Geoffrey Crisp: Hello, Diana.
Reginald J. Mitchell: Here, we're going to have a holiday.
Reginald J. Mitchell: [to Geoff] Where?
Geoffrey Crisp: Where? Spain... Paris. There's lot to be said for Pa...
Geoffrey Crisp: [Getting a fresh thought] ... Germany!
Reginald J. Mitchell: Why Germany?
Geoffrey Crisp: No women.
Reginald J. Mitchell: What do you mean? There are 35 million womwn in Germany.
Geoffrey Crisp: Not my type.
Diana Mitchell: [Injecting herself into the conversation] Where are we going?
Reginald J. Mitchell: Well, believe it or not, we're going to Germany.
Reginald J. Mitchell: [after disclosing his illness] I'm going on with my work because, as you said, it is important. At least we believe it's important, and we must live what we believe, musn't we?
Diana Mitchell: [Realizing the extent of his illness] Live?
Reginald J. Mitchell: Darling, we've all got to pack up some time or other. It isn't when we pack up that matters; it's what we do while we're here.