Col. Masters: War is a criminal enterprise. I fight it with criminals.
British soldier: Sorry, sir. I didn't see the white flag.
2nd Lieutenant: Don't do it again.
Brig. Blore: Modern warfare has nothing whatsoever to do with the activities of Alexander the Great or Hannibal.
Col. Masters: It appears the Mujabra tribesmen have learned how to use the Brownie cameras I have supplied them with.
Col. Masters: Two men are going to stop Rommel. One of them is Adolf Hitler who cannot give him enough fuel, and the other is me, who's going to blow up the little he has.
Brig. Blore: [Revising for himself what Col. Masters had said earlier] Rommel's going to be defeated by two men. Adolph Hitler who can't give him enough fuel, and me, because I'm gonna blow up what little he has.
Capt. Cyril Leech: What's all this about?
Col. Masters: Brig. Blore is not very pleased with our record. He insists. We'll have to take him.
Capt. Cyril Leech: I'll take him.
Col. Masters: If he doesn't come back alive, we're out of business.
Capt. Cyril Leech: Hmph. You're out of business.
Col. Masters: You get well paid for these trips, don't you, Leech?
Capt. Cyril Leech: Not really.
Col. Masters: I'll give you a bonus if you get him back.
Capt. Cyril Leech: How much?
Col. Masters: Dead, nothing. Alive, 2,000 pounds.
Capt. Cyril Leech: [chuckles] You just bought yourself an Englishman.