Dad's Army

Wilson: And so... And so, ladies and gentlemen, it gives me great pleasure to introduce our guest of honour - one of Walmington-on-Sea's most distinguished citizens. A man of many parts. A banker, soldier, magistrate, alderman and secretary of the Rotary Club. A good fellow all round. Ladies and gentlemen, Alderman George Mainwaring! Mainwaring: Mr Chairman, Mr Town Clerk, ladies and gentlemen. When I was first invited to be guest of honour tonight at the launching of Walmington-on-Sea's I'm Backing Britain Campaign, I accepted without hesitation. After all, I have always backed Britain. Frazer: Hear, hear! Mainwaring: I got into the habit of it in 1940, but then we ALL backed Britain. Wilson: Hear, hear. Mainwaring: It was the darkest hour in our history. The odds were absurdly against us, but, young and old, we stood there, defiant, determined to survive, to recover and, finally, to win. Walker: Hear, hear. Mainwaring: News was desperate, but our spirits were always high.

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Jones: Don't be like that dad, there's a war on. Jones' Dad: Oh, I wondered what the noise was.

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Polish Officer: You're supposed to keep a look out like soldiers, not talk like old women. You will be reported for slacking - what are your names? Jones: Jones, sir. Pike: Pike, sir. Walker: Smith. Jones: Walker. Walker: Oh, thanks very much. Polish Officer: It's no good you try and give me falsies.

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Mr Mainwaring, if you can do your blood-curdling bayonet practice in the middle of my responses, I can do my Jubilate in the middle of your inquiry!

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Jones: I was just going to give the order... just going to give the order... just going to give... Mainwaring: What's the matter, Corporal? Jones: I think I'm going, sir. I hear angels' voices! Mainwaring: Those are not angels' voices; it's the choir in the office! Jones: Well if that's what it's like to go, I like it, I like it!

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Jones: Come on boys, show 'em [the platoon cock their guns and aim them upwards], enemy plane I said, just like you said Sir. Swing with the plane, boys, swing with the plane, aim just in front. And then I gave the order 'shoot'. Mainwaring: No, no not 'shoot'; FIRE! Mr Yeatman: VANDALS! Mainwaring: Shall we meet again at the same time, same place next week?

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