"Its two lumps, isn't it?"

"Its unforgiveable, I lost my temper"

"What was it this time? Instrument checks? Engine checks? Well, we've all done it."

"Turn that bloody bell off."

"Stick to me like glue. . . . . ."

". . . . . and the radio will NOT be used, I repeat, will NOT to be used, for private, Polish, chit-chat; and finally. . . . . ."

Hey, not bad for off the top of the head at 03:45, c'mon, fair's fair.

R.