'Moggy' Cattermole: [Looking at Spencer, who is climbing into Moggy's Spitfire] Have you got a licence, old boy? This happens to be my kite!
Spencer: But the C. O. told me...
'Moggy' Cattermole: Sorry old boy, but I'll need these as well!
'Uncle' Kellaway: On this day, the 7th of September 1940, the Luftwaffe had launched its biggest ever raid against Britain with nearly one thousand German aircrafts attacking London. The pilots of the Luftwaffe had been told that the Royal Airforce was near breaking point. But the Fighter Command did not break. And this day was the turning-point in the Battle of Britain.
[Steele-Stebbing mentions Eastbourne as a possible landing site for a German invasion]
'Moggy' Cattermole: Steady on, Amanda, I have several maiden aunts living in Eastbourne!
'Skull' Skelton: You've never voted? You chaps are the last bastion of democracy, and you've never voted?
'Haddy' Haducek: And if Hitler wins, you never will!
'Moggy' Cattermole: [During a discussion on possible landing sites for a German invasion] What's wrong with Hastings? William the Conquorer knew what he was doing!
'Amanda' Steele-Stebbing: [On hearing one pilot state that the Germans would put Moggy in Wormwood Scrubs if they invaded] Well, they'd certainly get my vote on that!
'Moggy' Cattermole: Amanda!
'Moggy' Cattermole: [after the pilots watch footage from the aircraft's gun cameras] Well, plenty of violence, but no sex! Any chance of a Mickey Mouse next time?
'Fanny' Barton: [as CH3 enters the makeshift office] Well, do you think Rex would approve?
Christopher Hart III: [Walking towards a shelf near the window while Fanny heads out of shot] Huh! In about 10 minutes, it'll be full of Sheridan furniture and Persian rugs
[picks up a jug and fills his mug]
Christopher Hart III: and about 3 sporting prints!
'Fanny' Barton: [Walking back to the desk with a pile of papers] All that seems like 10 years ago!
[places the pile of paper on the desk]
'Fanny' Barton: I can't even remember the taste of Champange!
Christopher Hart III: [Joining Fanny] Forget it! I just want to sleep for a week!
'Uncle' Kellaway: [Checking a piece of paper, before looking at the blackboard in front of him] Ashton. Ashton? I can't even fix a name to a face!
'Fanny' Barton: [From out of shot] From Blackpool, wasn't he?
'Uncle' Kellaway: [licks his thumb] Well, he won't see Blackpool again.
[Slides his wet thumb across Ashton's name on the board, then looks at the paper in his hand, looks up at the board, and licks his thumb again before wiping the name GORDON from the board]
'Fanny' Barton: Oh Christ, no! Not Flash?
'Uncle' Kellaway: [Turns around] I'm afraid so. A bit of spit on the blacboard and that's the end of it!
'Uncle' Kellaway: He was a card, wasn't he, young Flash? I really though he'd get away with it. They say God takes care of drunks and loonies
Christopher Hart III: Well, he's been working overtime these days.
'Fanny' Barton: That's for sure. I was starting to think old Flash was bulletproof too!
'Uncle' Kellaway: I don't know. I hope to Christ this was is going to be worth it!