Captain John Kieffer: I'm new here. I know how you British are always murdering each other, but I didn't expect to get caught up in it like that, so, uh... maybe I behaved like a jerk.
Christopher Foyle: Well, you did much that was right.
Captain John Kieffer: Can we put all this behind us?
Christopher Foyle: Course.
Captain John Kieffer: Good. And in the interest of furthering British - U.S. friendship, I happen to have a quart of Jack Daniels in the back. Don't suppose you'd care to come back to the base and help me in drinking it, would you?
Christopher Foyle: To, um, help the war effort?
Captain John Kieffer: Exactly.
Christopher Foyle: Don't see why not.
Captain John Kieffer: Climb aboard.
[they get in the Jeep and start off]
Christopher Foyle: By the way, what's a jerk?
Captain John Kieffer: Ah, let me explain.
Christopher Foyle: Nothing to do with dried meat?
Captain John Kieffer: Nothing to do with dried meat. That's jerky.
Christopher Foyle: That's jerky.
Captain John Kieffer: Okay, look, a jerk is someone who... i-it's...
Captain John Kieffer: So, how'd you get on with my rod?
Christopher Foyle: Well, it's beautiful; it's just I'm not catching anything.
Captain John Kieffer: Ah, it's a poor workman who blames his tools.
Boy at Roadside: [yells] The Jerries are here. The Jerries are here.
Sergeant Jack Connor: [Gruffly] It's a war, Taylor. Accidents happen.
Christopher Foyle: I, uh, take it you're not very, uh, happy to be here, then?
Sergeant Jack Connor: You tried sucking up to Hitler, that didn't work, so you went to war with him. You almost lost that by yourself and now you've dragged us in. No, I'm not crazy to be here.