:11:01
- I just sign the bill "Winston C."
- Okay. Now, fill her up.
:11:04
- Don't touch the motor. It's perfect.
- Nothing else, Tim?
:11:07
- I'll take anything that isn't nailed down.
- How's a spot of tea?
:11:10
- And a hamburger?
- Right.
:11:15
Well, look here.
How are you?
:11:17
Aren't you pretty.
:11:19
I'm looking for a beauty contest to enter.
:11:26
Next month, I go on
transatlantic bomber ferry.
:11:29
Each pilot flies his own ship over,
one plane brings them back.
:11:32
It's real dough. A hundred pounds' bonus
a hop, and four and five hops a month.
:11:36
A thousand bucks a month?
:11:38
Yeah. If any of you guys want a job,
just let me know.
:11:42
Hey, what's the lowdown
on the RAF fighter squadrons?
:11:44
Nobody chases ships anymore.
They're too fast.
:11:46
You pick out an enemy, dive on them
and hose them with eight machine guns.
:11:50
If you don't drop him down, keep going.
Look for another pushover.
:11:53
Altitude's the answer.
Forty to 45,000 feet.
:11:56
The guy on top wins all the marbles.
I've got to roll, Joe. Check.
:12:00
Oh, no. This one's on Uncle Sam.
:12:02
You mean, Uncle Joe. Okay.
:12:05
Oh, hello, doctor. You remember me?
:12:08
Worn-out, rundown "like the works
of an old watch"?
:12:11
- Sure. How are you?
- Still flying, no thanks to you.
:12:13
But I thank you
for kicking me into a better job.
:12:16
I hope all of my mistakes
turn out that well.
:12:18
They might if your patients get away
from you early enough. I was lucky.
:12:22
I hope your luck holds, chum.
:12:25
In fact, I wish you all the luck
in the world.
:12:27
Well, thanks for those few kind words.
:12:31
Come on, Joe. So long, sailors.
:12:37
- Ninety gallons.
- Ninety gallons.
:12:39
Ninety gallons,
and charge it to Winston C.
:12:42
Thanks.
:12:43
I'll smoke one of my own.
:12:52
- Sort of miss the old gang, don't you?
- Yep.
:12:56
The days you and Swede and I flew
together were the happiest in my life.