- Applegate: I never thought I'd live to see the day. There I was and the queen not two feet away. No further than from there to here and talking to me just like I was a sister. I never thought I'd live to see the day.
- Moore, a Pilot: Hey, Boggie, have you seen this?
- Bogard: Yeah.
- Moore, a Pilot: What't the idea of drawing lots in secret?
- Bogard: It's just a new way to kill a guy, maybe.
- Moore, a Pilot: Not a bad idea at that. Keep it a secret. Might not even know yourself you're dead.
- Diana: It's 4:00, sailor.
- Claude: I know. Shouldn't have done this. I broke my promise and drank too much. I'm alright now though.
- Diana: You go out again tomorrow?
- Claude: Mmm hmmm.
- Diana: What is it this time?
- Claude: I don't know yet. Special
- Diana: Special means bad, doesn't it?
- Claude: Maybe. Can't tell yet.
- Claude: I'm not holding together, Ann. I'm all mixed up.
- Diana: No secrets, have we, Claude?
- Claude: I'm afraid, Ann.
- Diana: Afraid of what?
- Claude: Going out in the boat. I think about coming back to you. Just the way I did coming from school. You were always there waiting. But this is different. I don't know. You've gone away somewhere. You're not here and there's nothing to come back to.
- Diana: Claude, I am here again. Always will be. Always.
- McGinnis: [when getting ready to take Claude, who's never been in a plane before, flying, and a soldier has just asked if Claude wants coffee] No, he doesn't. Get something else instead of that. Coffee makes such a confounded stain on the wings.
- Claude: On the wings?
- [puzzled]
- Claude: Why coffee on the wings?
- McGinnis: Well, you see-...
- Bogard: [interrupts] Stow it, Mac. Come on.
- McGinnis: [to the bartender] Gimme a bottle, Dave.
- [bartender give Mac a bottle and they head out]
- McGinnis: [while getting Claude up on the plane, and telling him to sit up front] Now listen- - if you feel yourself getting sick, take a pull at this.
- [pulls out bottle of liquor]
- Claude: Shall I get sick?
- McGinnis: *Sure.* We all do. Part of flying.
- [points to bottle]
- McGinnis: This'll stop it. But if it doesn't-...
- Claude: What?
- McGinnis: *Don't* spew it overside.
- Claude: Not overside?
- McGinnis: *No.* Blow back in Bogey's and my faces. We can't see- - Bingo! We're finished, see?
- Claude: Oh, fine. But... what *shall* I do with it?
- McGinnis: Just, just duck your head and let 'er go.
- Claude: I say, that'll be in my lap.
- McGinnis: Quite. See?
- Claude: [nods and grins] Quite.