[scene that was censored by British Board of Film Classification for the use of the word Focke]  Sgt. Maj. Tiger Bloomer : Aircraft recognition. These is your new pin-ups. I bet none of you can tell the difference between a couple of Heinkels and a pair of Bristols. Sgt. Len Able : No, but I can recognise a Focke when I see one.

Sgt. Len Able : He's not going to get away with it - making us sweat like that! Bombardier Ready : What do you mean - *us*? Sgt. Len Able : All right - He's not going to get away with making *you* sweat like this. Gunner Shorthouse : But he *is* getting away with it!

[Melly has stormed out after ordering the men to polish the floor of the hut]  Gunner Shorthouse : I know what he wants! Sgt. Len Able : What does he want? Gunner Shorthouse : He wants us to polish the floor, Sarge!

Sgt. Len Able : Are you coming down my tunnel, or am I coming up yours?

Sgt. Len Able : How you feeling, son? Bombardier Ready : It's just as though those explosions have reverberated all through my body. Sgt. Len Able : Well, just so long as your helmets not damaged.

Sgt. Len Able : I could've sworn someone said 'bang'! Sgt. Tilly Willing : Oh, Leonard. Ooh, what a lovely idea.

Sgt. Len Able : What am I supposed to do with this? Eat it or rub it in? Cpl. Cook : You can bounce it off the ceiling for all I care.

Sgt. Len Able : It's the real thing, Sergeant Major?