Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

when I don't answer Sara Sara:
Arm in arm, leaving together.
That's two minutes.
You're right not moving him.
We shall fight on the seas and oceans.
Go, go, go. Along the mole. All the way.
The Heinkel's moving off.
They need to send more ships.
Why'd you come back?
Go on. Up you go.
Well, we'll know in six hours' time.
Irish Guards Somewhere north of Stanley
- She's going down! - Cut her loose!
He's a German spy.
Look at the grouping.
We shall fight with growing confidence and growing strength in the air.
Turn it...
And her captain.
Survival's not fair.
Could you open the door?
He's coming back round.
My brother. He flew Hurricanes.
- Wait for us! - Help! Help us!
We shall fight on the beaches.
Damn it, I hear you, Peter! I hear you!
Oars in!
Look, get the stretchers through. There are stretchers coming.
Before he fires, he's gotta drop his nose. I'll give you the signal.
From the south. Peter, you take the tiller.
Go! Go! Go!
I can't look.
Where's the bloody air force?
Listen, we have to get as many of you on board as we can
One of ours, George.
Save enough to get back.
Woking.
Come on, Farrier. Get around them.
Some naked, dead Englishman lying out on that sand?
Talkative sod, aren't you?
He's turning tail. I'm gonna get after him.
Make way!
On my mark, Fortis 2. Draw him left.
Look, I'm not going back.
No, the swell looks good. I'm ditching.
Maybe get in the local paper.
No, you can't do that. He's French. He's on our side.
Poke your head out. See if the water's come in.
Shouldn't you turn back?
Every hour the enemy pushes closer.
Up the line.