Sergeant-Major MacNutt : [Pointing to the red line Widdle is painting just inside the entrance]  What is that supposed to be, Widdle? Private Jimmy Widdle : The thin red line - they'll never get past this! Sergeant-Major MacNutt : Widdle, if you don't get out of here, I'll paint a thin red line across your thick white backside!

[the British outpost at the Khyber Pass has been attacked]  Lady Joan Ruff-Diamond : Oh! How awful! What can have happened ? Captain Keene : I don't like making guesses, but I wouldn't be surprised if there hadn't been a spot of foul play here. Missionary : Foul play? Look at them! Lying around like a lot of unwanted cocktail snacks! Private Jimmy Widdle : Ginger! Missionary : Who is? Private Jimmy Widdle : He is. Ginger, my mate. Sergeant-Major MacNutt : Private Hale ? Private Jimmy Widdle : Yes, Ginger Hale. Hello, Ginge. It's me, Jimmy. Your old mate, Jimmy Widdle. Private Ginger Hale : Jimmy? Is it you? My old mate? Private Jimmy Widdle : Ginge, mate! How do you feel? Private Ginger Hale : Oh, not so good. I think I've been wounded. Private Jimmy Widdle : Only here and there. Private Ginger Hale : Jimmy, I can trust you. Now, give it to me straight. Am I going to be all right? Private Jimmy Widdle : Of course not, Ginge mate. Private Ginger Hale : Eh? Private Jimmy Widdle : I said, "Of course not, Ginge mate." Private Ginger Hale : I'm not going to be all right? Private Jimmy Widdle : Well, how could you be, with half a dozen dirty great holes in you? You've had it. Private Ginger Hale : You're a bleeding fine mate, I must say. Private Jimmy Widdle : What do you mean? You asked me to give it to you straight. Private Ginger Hale : Yeah, but I didn't mean you to. You horrible little runt, you! Sergeant-Major MacNutt : That's enough! Widdle, you're a great little comfort to a dying man, aren't you? Now listen, Hale, it's Sergeant-Major MacNutt. What happened, lad? Private Ginger Hale : They attacked about a half-hour ago, Sir. Hundreds of them. [He belches]  Private Ginger Hale : Burpas! They... they... oooh! [Hale faints. Sergeant-Major MacNutt shakes his head sadly]  Private Jimmy Widdle : Oh, no! Ginge! Ginge, mate! I'm sorry, I... Poor old mate! [Widdle gently covers Hale's body with a greatcoat. Hale throws it off]  Private Ginger Hale : That's right! Bleeding well suffocate me!

Sergeant-Major MacNutt : [McNutt and Widdle are staying behind at the pass to give the others time to retreat]  We don't fire until we see the whites of their eyes Private Jimmy Widdle : I can only see the pinks... will that do? Sergeant-Major MacNutt : YEAH... have a taste of THIS you SWINES!