Young Bill Busby: Now you get this, Dad. If anyone's fat-headed enough to start a blinking, stupid war these days, he can count me out of it.
Old Bill: You wouldn't fight?
Young Bill Busby: Not me.
Old Bill: And you say that in front of her what lost her Dad in the last war.
Young Bill Busby: Look, I seen what happened to you, the last time; wasting the four best years of your life, sitting in the mud. And for what?
Old Bill: For a little place called England. Ever heard of it?
Young Bill Busby: Eh, Just about.
Old Bill: It's a place where you can do what you like; say what you like and live as you like. I thought it was worth fighting for. I thought your Mother was worth fighting for. I thought you was worth fighting for - then. Seems I was wrong.
Young Bill Busby: Yeah, do don't it?