- Captain Potts: Who are you?
- Miles Heywood: 4277298 Private Heywood, M, sir.
- Captain Potts: Heywood? Ever heard of General Heywood?
- Miles Heywood: My father, sir.
- Captain Potts: Really? Read Admiral Heywood?
- Miles Heywood: My grandfather, sir.
- Captain Potts: Air Commodore Heywood?
- Miles Heywood: My uncle, sir.
- Captain Potts: Ah! Quick test. What's the first thing that comes into your head?
- Miles Heywood: Women, sir.
- Captain Potts: You're a soldier by tradition and instinct.
- [Charlie has managed to reassemble a Bren machine gun, despite being distracted during the demonstration]
- Gun Sergeant: Looks like you *were* listening.
- Charlie Sage: I wasn't listening.
- Charlie Sage: [jerking his head towards the Bren] I used to work in the factory where they make these things!
- James Bailey: [during bayonet practice] Don't you think this is a trifle out of date in a world bristling with H-Bombs, Sergeant?
- [Golightly charges, only to get caught up in the hanging sack]
- Sgt. Grimshawe: Private Bailey, in answer to your question, I'd back him against the H-Bomb any day!