- Sgt. David Tate: All right, boys lets get this trench secure.
- Pfc. Charlie Shakespeare: Sarge.
- Pvt. Thomas Quinn: Yes, sergeant.
- Pvt. Jack Hawkstone: Yes, sarge.
- Pvt. Barry Starinski: Fuckin' hell, sarge.
- Pvt. Willie McNess: Shoot him!
- Pfc. Charlie Shakespeare: Why?
- Pvt. Willie McNess: Cuz he kicked me in the fucking balls!
- Cpl. Doc Fairweather: McNess, what are you doing?
- Pvt. Willie McNess: Leaving!
- Pvt. Thomas Quinn: Well that's the best idea I've heard all day.
- Pvt. Thomas Quinn: I went to Blackpool once.
- Pvt. Willie McNess: Yeah? Nice?
- Pvt. Thomas Quinn: I killed a man there. Yeah it was nice.
- Capt. Bramwell Jennings: Ok listen, we have captured a forward German Trench. That's a rare achievement gentlemen and may be vital to the war effort. We will hold this trench until we are reinforced, we must. That is our duty. Get some scoff on, get a brew going, see if we can make the best of it.
- Capt. Bramwell Jennings: [shouts] Just carry out my orders.
- Sgt. David Tate: [shouts] This is not the time
- Capt. Bramwell Jennings: [Smacks Tate] You are a weak man Sergeant Tate, I've always thought that of you.
- Sgt. David Tate: And you are a stream of posh fucking piss, Sir.