- [last lines]
- Rudyard Kipling: Have you news of my boy Jack?/ Not this tide./ When d'you think that he'll come back?/ Not with this wind blowing, and this tide./ Has any one else had word of him?/ Not this tide./ For what is sunk will hardly swim, Not with this wind blowing, and this tide./ Oh, dear, what comfort can I find?/ None this tide,/ Nor any tide,/ Except he did not shame his kind-/ Not even with that wind blowing, and that tide./ Then hold your head up all the more,/ This tide,/ And every tide;/ Because he was the son you bore,/ And gave to that wind blowing and that tide!
- McHugh: [the last of Jack's soldiers are about to go over the trench and take the enemy base] I am not fucking going anywhere!
- John Kipling: You are, we all are!
- McHugh: You're a murderer! You're a fucking murderer!
- John Kipling: I'm not a murderer McHugh, I'm obeying orders.
- Rudyard Kipling: [after being informed of Jack's death] By all accounts he was very brave, so few of us have the opportunity to play our part properly. But he did. He achieved what he set out to achieve.
- Caroline Kipling: He must have been in such awful pain.
- Rudyard Kipling: If you talked to wounded soldiers they would tell you the pain only sets in later. So, he was lucky. I was done with quickly.
- Caroline Kipling: Don't tell me he was lucky! He wasn't lucky, or... or Brave, or happy! Jack was eighteen years and 1 day old! He died in the rain, he couldn't see a thing, he was alone! You can't persuade me that there's any glory in that!
- Caroline Kipling: [crying] I miss him.
- Rudyard Kipling: [bursts into tears] So do I.
- Caroline Kipling: I can feel his head on my chest. I can feel his thick hair under my fingers. I can hear him laugh. I can feel his heat against me.
- Rudyard Kipling: [on why the British Empire must fight] You see, we have built up a family - a family of nations - and it must be protected. That is why Jack must fight! To protect the family!
- Elsie Kipling: [Totally not buying it] You're protecting the wrong family, father.