Colin: Afraid this tea's pathetic. Must have used these wretched leaves about twenty times. It's not that I mind so much. Tea without milk is so uncivilized.
Hilts: [tasting the moonshine, speaks in a raspy voice] Wow! Hendley: [tasting the moonshine, speaks in a hoarse tone] Wow! Goff: [tasting the moonshine, is wracked with coughing and weakly says while still coughing] ... wow...
Steinach: Herr Bartlett-! [Bartlett turns around and says something in German] Steinach: Your German is good. And I hear, also, your French. Your arms... [pulls a gun] Steinach: UP! [Bartlett surrenders]
[first title card] Title Card: This is a true story. Although the characters are composites of real men, and time and place have been compressed, every detail of the escape is the way it really happened.
Goff: [Sedgewick has just descended into the tunnel entrance] Was that Sedgewick with his steamer trunk? POW: Who else? Goff: I wish he was back in Australia with his kangaroos.
Ramsey: [after hearing complaints about the plethora of escapes] Colonel, do you expect officers to forget their duty? Von Luger: [reluctantly] No. It is precisely because we expect the opposite that you are here.
[the Gestapo have captured Bartlett and MacDonald] Preissen: Ah, Herr Bartlett. And Herr MacDonald. We are together again. You're going to wish you had never put us to so much trouble!
Lionel Logue: [referring to the Duke of York] This fellow could really be somebody great. He's fighting me. Myrtle Logue: Perhaps he doesn't want to be great. Perhaps that's what you want.
Steiner: We must get beyond passions, like a great work of art. In such miraculous harmony. We should love each other outside of time... detached.
Karen: Conrad. Let's have a great Christmas. Let's have... a great year. Let's have the best year of our whole lives. We can, you know... this could be the best one ever.
Nero: James T. Kirk was considered to be a great man. He went on to captain the U.S.S. Enterprise... but that was another life. A life I will deprive you of just like I did your father!
Alfred Pennyworth: [walking through the Batcave] In the Civil War, your great-great grandfather was involved in the Underground Railroad, secretly transporting freed slaves to the North. And I suspect these caverns came in handy.
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