- Squadron Leader Rex: The French think they invented flying, wine, and sex. A quick course in aircraft recognition might come in handy. They have some very strange aeroplanes. No matter how tempting they may be, please, please, don't shoot them down. They're on our side. As for wine, the French are appalling alcoholics. If somebody offers you a drink, take it. You'll be doing them a favor. Sex? The ladies are staggeringly attractive. You are officers and gentlemen. If you must fornicate, at least take off your shoes and socks.
- 'Pip' Patterson: Are we going to have you for the rest of the war?
- 'Skull' Skelton: Unless I get a better offer from Goering, old boy.
- Air Commodore Bletchley: No questions?
- 'Moggy' Cattermole: Who's going to win the gold cup, sir?
- Air Commodore Bletchley: Not bloody Hitler!
- 'Moggy' Cattermole: [Squadron Song] Our name is Hornet Squadron, no bloody good are we. We cannot shoot, we can not fight, nor march like infantry. But when it comes to pay parade, we shout with all our might: Per Ardua ad Astra, Up yours Jack we're alright.
- 'Flash' Gordon: Bomber Command have dropped leaflets on Hamburg and Bremmen
- 'Sticky' Stickwell: They should drop Moggy
- 'Sticky' Stickwell: Damn good show, Fanny!
- 'Fanny' Barton: I think we recruited ourselves rather well!
- 'Pip' Patterson: You got the first kill! Do you realise that? HORNET got the first kill!
- [Flight Lieutenant Marriot is trying to acquire some materials for the repair of the damaged Spitfires]
- 'Fanny' Barton: The spares depot is only thirty miles from here
- 'Micky' Marriott: I've tried. "No form, no spares". We need a bloody form to get a form.