Dean-Charles Chapman credited as playing...
Lance Corporal Blake
- Lance Corporal Schofield: [talking about his medal] I swapped it with a French captain.
- Lance Corporal Blake: You swapped it? For what?
- Lance Corporal Schofield: A bottle of wine.
- Lance Corporal Blake: What did you do that for?
- Lance Corporal Schofield: I was thirsty.
- Lance Corporal Blake: Sir, the General is sure the enemy have withdrawn. There are aerials of the new line...
- Lieutenant Leslie: Shut up. We've fought and died over every inch of this fucking place, now they suddenly give us miles? It's a trap.
- [Leans in to Schofield]
- Lieutenant Leslie: But, chin up. There's a medal in it for sure. Nothing like a scrap of ribbon to cheer up a widow.
- Lance Corporal Blake: [Schofield and Blake are in the underground German billet] Bloody hell! Even their rats are bigger than ours.
- Lance Corporal Blake: Will you write to my Mum for me?
- Lance Corporal Schofield: I will.
- Lance Corporal Blake: Tell her I wasn't scared.
- Lance Corporal Schofield: Anything else.
- Lance Corporal Blake: I love them. I wish that... I wish...
- [first lines]
- Sergeant Sanders: Blake. Blake!
- Lance Corporal Blake: [waking] Sorry, Sarge.
- Sergeant Sanders: Pick a man. Bring your kit.
- Lance Corporal Blake: Yes, Sarge.
- [walks over to Schofield and wakes him]
- Lance Corporal Schofield: Well, that's your medal sort of day.
- Lance Corporal Blake: What do you mean?
- Lance Corporal Schofield: Lance Corporal Blake, showed unusual valor, rescuing a comrade from certain death, blah, blah, blah.
- Lance Corporal Blake: You reckon?
- Lance Corporal Schofield: I do.
- Lance Corporal Blake: You should have taken it home with you. You should have given it to your family. Men have died for that. If I've got a medal, I'd take it back home. Why didn't you just take it home?
- Lance Corporal Schofield: Look, its just a bit of bloody tin. It doesn't make you special. It doesn't make any difference to anyone.
- Lance Corporal Blake: Yes, it does. And its not just a bit of tin. Its got a ribbon on it.
- Lieutenant Leslie: Are you our relief?
- Lance Corporal Blake: No, sir.
- Lieutenant Leslie: Well, when the fucking hell are they due?
- Lance Corporal Blake: [Opens mail and reads it.] Myrtle's having puppies. You get anything?
- Lance Corporal Schofield: No!
- Lance Corporal Blake: Oh! I'm bloody starving. Aren't you?... Thought we might get some decent grub out here. It was the only reason I decided against the Priesthood... What you got there?
- Lance Corporal Schofield: Ham and Bread.
- Lance Corporal Blake: Where did you find that?
- Lance Corporal Schofield: I have my uses. Here.
- Lance Corporal Blake: Ugh. Tastes like old shoe.
- Lance Corporal Schofield: Cheer up! This time next week, it'll be chicken dinner.