Sir Percy Ware-Armitage: And I've arranged for the Frenchman to be detained by a lovely young lady.
Courtney: Ho, ho, guvnor, I'll bet she's a bit of all right.
Sir Percy Ware-Armitage: You should know, Courtney, she's your daughter.
Courtney: But guvnor, she's an innocent young girl!
Sir Percy Ware-Armitage: Not IS, Courtney, WAS!
[Reading from flight instruction manual]
Colonel Manfred von Holstein: Step one: sit down.
Count Emilio Ponticelli: It is a pity that the race will now be won by a Protestant.
Mother Superior: A Protestant? Sisters, don't stand there gazing. This good Catholic needs our help!
Count Emilio Ponticelli: Like-a Caesar, we go to England!
Lord Rawnsley: The trouble with these international affairs is they attract foreigners.
Captain Rumpelstoss: But... how will I learn to fly, Herr Colonel?
Colonel Manfred von Holstein: The way we do everything in the German army: from the book of instructions.
Colonel: [Having helped Richard Mays return to the race] I think I'll get one of those Muriel
Colonel's Wife: I shouldn't Willie, you're near enough to your wings as it is.
Sir Percy Ware-Armitage: You dirty rotter! I had hoped I'd be dealing with a gentleman.
Trawler Skipper: So had I.