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Air Chief Marshall Sir Hugh Dowding: But the essential arithmetic is that our young men will have to shoot down their young men at the rate of four to one, if we're to keep pace at all.
Senior civil servant: Churchill puts great faith in radar.
Air Chief Marshall Sir Hugh Dowding: It's vital, but it won't shot down aircraft.
Senior civil servant: Ha... well I must say you don't, exactly exude a spirit of optimism.
Air Chief Marshall Sir Hugh Dowding: God willing we will hold out minister.
Senior civil servant: I see. So I tell the cabinet, that you're trusting in radar and praying to god, is that right?
Air Chief Marshall Sir Hugh Dowding: [chuckles] more accurately the other way round. Trusting in god and praying for radar. But the essential arithmetic is that our young men will have to shoot down their young men at the rate of four to one, if we're to keep pace at all.
Sgt. Pilot Chris: [the British Spitfire pilots are having an easy time shooting down the feared German Stuka Dive Bombers] It's like shooting rats in a barrel.
Squadron Leader Canfield: You'll be in a barrel if you don't watch out for the fighters.
Squadron Leader Canfield: The engine's overheating and so am I. Either we stand down or blow up. Now which do you want?
[Narration]
Winston Churchill: Never in the field of human conflict was so much owed by so many to so few.
[to his flight of non-English-speaking Polish pilots]
Squadron Leader Edwards: Shut up! Silence - in Polish!
Squadron Leader Skipper: [His squadron has just been scrambled and is also under attack by the Luftwaffe] Well don't just *stand* there! Get one *up!*
[Responding to Baron Von Richter's ultimatum]
Sir David Kelly: We're not easily frightened. Also, we know how hard it is for an army to cross the channel. Last little corporal who tried came a cropper. So don't threaten or dictate to us until you're marching up Whitehall! And even then we won't listen.
Section Officer Maggie Harvey: I left out the bit about the wolf whistles. You're better at it then I am.
WRAF Corporal Seymour: The Erks have other things on their minds these days thank goodness!

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[Park has just landed, to be met by Group Captain Hope]
Group Capt. Hope: Bad as we thought, Sir?
Air Vice Marshal Keith Park: Worse! Kenley and Biggin are a shambles and the rest not much better. God Knows how many aircraft we'll have in the morning. All because 12 Group couldn't do their stuff. Leigh-Mallory and his big wings! Might as well stay on the ground for all the use they are!
Squadron Leader Skipper: Did you get one?
Sgt. Pilot Andy: [miffed] All I got was a bellyful of English Channel!
Squadron Leader Skipper: How many time have I told you - never fly straight and level for more than 30 seconds in a combat area!
Warr. Off. Warrick: Put that cigarette out! The mains have gone, can't you smell gas?
Section Officer Maggie Harvey: Don't you yell at me, MR Warrick!
[Sgt Pilot Andy is reading a letter, while the pilots are waiting for the call to scramble]
Sgt. Pilot Andy: Silly Bitch!
Pilot Officer Archie: He's calling you names again, Arnold!
Sgt. Pilot Andy: I spend half my leave getting her settled in the country, and now, "I'm bored", she says!
[With the aid of an interpreter, Edwards has berated the Polish pilots for attacking German bombers against orders]
Squadron Leader Edwards: Finally, and God alone knows why, I've received the following signal: "Congratulations! As of today, this Squadron is operational." Signed, Air Vice Marshall Keith Park, AOC 11 Group
[the men start cheering, and Squadron Leader Edwards smirks]
Squadron Leader Edwards: [Scene changes to Dowding's office]
Air Chief Marshall Sir Hugh Dowding: I was wrong about the Poles.
Air Vice Marshal Keith Park: We also have the second Polish Squadron.
Air Chief Marshall Sir Hugh Dowding: [Donning his cap] I *thought* you'd mention them. Allright, make them operational.
Air Vice Marshal Keith Park: And the Canadians?
Air Chief Marshall Sir Hugh Dowding: And the Czechs. We need them *all!*
[British pilots in France are listening to a French officer talking about the German advance]
Pilot Officer Archie: For the benefit of the uneducated among us, I shall now translate.
[the Germans are about to overrun the airfield]
Squadron Leader Skipper: Right! Let's get the hell out of here!
Pilot Officer Archie: Where are we going, sir?
Squadron Leader Skipper: [Walking rapidly toward his plane] Why don't you follow me and find out?
[after berating a young pilot]
Squadron Leader Skipper: How many hours in Spits?
Simon: Ten and a half, sir.
Squadron Leader Skipper: Let's make it *eleven*, before *Jerry* has you for *breakfast!*
Pilot Officer Archie: Spring chicken to shitehawk in one easy lesson.
Squadron Leader Skipper: Corporal! Re-fuel them immediately.
Corporal at French airfield: Yes, sir. So anyway...
[continues his conversation]
Squadron Leader Skipper: Corporal - I don't mean with your blood.
Corporal at French airfield: Yes, *sir*!
Squadron Leader Colin Harvey: I'll give you a piece of advice: stay single.
[Squadron Leader Skipper and Simon are doing training in Spitfires. Skipper has just ordered Simon to engage him in a dogfight, but Simon has lost sight of him and is blinded by the sun. Suddenly Skipper bursts towards him from the sun]
Squadron Leader Skipper: [imitating a machine gun] DAKA-DAKA-DAKA-DAKA-DAKA-DAKA-DAKA-DAKA-DAKA!
[flies past Simon]
Simon: Hello Rabbit Leader - thought you might come in from the sun!
Squadron Leader Skipper: DON'T THINK! Don't just glance! LOOK! Search for the bastards! OK, let's try it again.
Polish R.A.F. pilot: [Polish pilot parachutes from his plane when it is shot down. He lands in a hayfield] Good afternoon
[in a Polish accent]
English farmer: [the farmer points a pitch fork at the pilot thinking he's German, and replies in an angry sarcastac voice] Good Afternoon my a**, you boche b*******. Come on put your hands up.
Polish R.A.F. pilot: Why?
English farmer: Come on, put 'em up.
Polish R.A.F. pilot: I'm a Polish pilot, I'm fighting on your side.