Capt. Joseph Summers, CBE:
How'd you get on?
Doctor B. N. Wallis, C.B.E., F.R.S.:
It's hopeless.
Capt. Joseph Summers, CBE:
What happened?
Doctor B. N. Wallis, C.B.E., F.R.S.:
Nothing. I walked up and down Whitehall. In and out of offices. Up and down stairs. Sat outside rooms. I felt like a peddlar trying to sell clockwork toys.
Capt. Joseph Summers, CBE:
I wish there was something I could do.
Doctor B. N. Wallis, C.B.E., F.R.S.:
There is, Mutt.
Capt. Joseph Summers, CBE:
What?
Doctor B. N. Wallis, C.B.E., F.R.S.:
Let's take the whole thing straight to Bomber Command.
Capt. Joseph Summers, CBE:
Harris?
Doctor B. N. Wallis, C.B.E., F.R.S.:
Yes! You're one of the few men that really know him. If he sees the films and gets interested... Well, it'll only need one word from him.
[sees Mutt shaking his head]

Doctor B. N. Wallis, C.B.E., F.R.S.:
Why not?
Capt. Joseph Summers, CBE:
Well, there's a bit of a snag there. See, he gets so innundated with fantastic inventions...
Doctor B. N. Wallis, C.B.E., F.R.S.:
Oh, that's ridiculous! Everything he's using had to have been invented. Look, if you tell him that it's worthwhile he'll listen to you, won't he?
Capt. Joseph Summers, CBE:
I'll do what I can... But don't blame me if he throws us both out of the window.

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I guastatori delle dighe (1955)

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