Squadron Leader Canfield : [following the destruction of his airfield] And what flaming genius thought of sending us to that dump of a flying club?
Maintenance Officer : Don't blame me, direct orders from group. Park himself. It's not a bad little field.
Squadron Leader Canfield : I've seen it. Damp tents and a nasty little shack full of dead flies.
Maintenance Officer : Well at least you won't have the Jerries visiting you.
Squadron Leader Canfield : I don't blame'm.