Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

We shall fight on the landing grounds.
Will she still float?
You can practically...
George!
You're all right.
50 gallons.
I can't.
Uh, yeah.
We don't need a volunteer.
Yeah, 109s off her starboard.
A boat.
The one for Britain.
then our Empire beyond the seas, armed and guarded by the British Fleet,
Hang on.
Can you hear me, George?
I can’t see
Down you go. Put this on, my love.
Johnny!
It's just the way it is.
How'd you know that stuff, anyway?
Fortis Leader, one bandit down.
How's the perimeter?
What?
You're weekend sailors, not the bloody navy.
Understood, Fortis 1.
It's oil. Oil. You're getting into oil!
Hello? Can you hear me?
This way.
And he's about to do it again.
Then set heading 128,
Is he a coward, Mr. Dawson?
What's your name?
How many men are they talking about, sir?
No French soldiers. No French soldiers. No.
Maybe my teachers would see it.
Christ.
Gibson! Leave it!