Jamie Parker

Scripps: [on Hector being sacked] No more genital massage as one speed along leafy suburban roads. No more the bike's melancholy long withdrawing roar as he dropped you at the corner, your honor still intact.

Schofield: Sir! I have orders to stop this attack!

Lieutenant Richards: What?

Schofield: Where is Colonel Mackenzie?!

Lieutenant Richards: He's further up the line.

Schofield: How far?

Lieutenant Richards: Three hundred yards. He's in a cut in cover. You'll have to wait until the first wave goes over.

Schofield: No. No, I can't.

Lieutenant Richards: Second Platoon, thirty seconds!

Lieutenant Richards: [Schofield looks looks back at the officer, who realizes what he is about to do; Schofield climbs up over the trench into the open field] You can't possibly make it that way man, are you bloody insane? What the hell are you doing, Lance Corporal? No. No, no, no, NO!