- Flight Lt. Peter Ross: Hello.
- Maria Gonzar: Hello.
- Flight Lt. Peter Ross: So... you weren't killed.
- Maria Gonzar: No... I hardly ever am.
- Maria Gonzar: Peter?
- Flight Lt. Peter Ross: Yes?
- Maria Gonzar: Do you think they will come?
- Flight Lt. Peter Ross: Who? The Germans? I shouldn't think so.
- Maria Gonzar: Why not. They have many more planes. There's not much to stop them.
- Flight Lt. Peter Ross: I don't think things happen like that, do they?
- [during an air-raid, Peter Ross's plane lands temporarily for refuelling at Malta on its way to Cairo; everyone hurries off the plane and takes cover in trenches]
- Flight Lt. Peter Ross: Is it *always* like this?
- Eden, Security: Usually. Colourful, isn't it. They'll refuel as soon as they get a chance and get you off.
- [the plane they have just arrived on is hit by a bomb and goes up in flames]
- Eden, Security: Sorry. Cancel my last remark.