Colin Quotes in The Great Escape (1963)

Colin: Afraid this tea's pathetic. Must have used these wretched leaves about twenty times. It's not that I mind so much. Tea without milk is so uncivilized.

Colin: Thank you for getting me out.

Colin: You know, he's right. he's right. I really shouldn't go. My eyes have been getting worse and worse. I think they call it progressive Myopia. I can see things up here.

[looks at pin]

Colin: yes I can see it well, but, you're just a blur.

Hendley: I know. Ah, Hell, we'll make it in great shape. Colin, do you have any tea?

Colin: Yes, of course.

Hendley: Let's have some.

Colin: Splendid.

Bartlett: Gentlemen, no doubt you've heard the immortal words of our new commandant: devote your energies to things other than escape, and sit out the war as comfortably as possible.

Sedgwick: [derisively] Ha!

Bartlett: Well, that's exactly what we're going to do. We're going to devote our energies to sports and gardening, all the cultural pursuits as far as they're concerned. In fact, we're going to put the goons to sleep. Meanwhile, we dig. Now, even a superficial look at the compound shows us that Huts 104 and 5 are closest to the woods. The first tunnel goes out from 105, directly east under the vorlager, the cooler, and the wire.

Willie: But that's over three hundred feet, Roger!

Bartlett: Did you make a survey, Dennis?

Cavendish: Only a temporary one, sir. I make it just over three hundred and thirty-five feet.

Bartlett: Let me know when you've got an exact one. Willie, this time we'll dig straight down thirty feet before we go horizontal. That'll rule out any question of sound detection or probing.

Willie: All right, Roger. But did you say "the first tunnel"?

Bartlett: I did. There will be three. We'll call them Tom, Dick, and Harry. Tom, as I said, goes out directly east from 104. Dick goes north from the kitchen, and Harry goes out parallel to Tom from 105. If the goons find one, we'll move into the other.

MacDonald: How many men do you plan to take out, Roger?

Bartlett: Two hundred and fifty.

[Shocked stares]

Bartlett: There will be no half-measures this time, gentlemen. There will be identification papers and documents for everyone. And Griff, we'll need outfits for the lot.

Griffith: Two hundred and fifty?

Bartlett: Mostly civilian clothes.

Griffith: Yes, but, um... okay, Roger.

Bartlett: Mac. Maps, blankets, rations, compasses for all the walkers, and timetables for every train.

MacDonald: Right, Roger.

[Blythe enters]

Colin: Sorry I'm late, Roger.

Bartlett: It's all right, Colin. Sit down. We're going to tunnel.

Colin: Splendid.

Bartlett: Willie, you and Danny will be tunnel kings. Danny, you'll be in charge of traps, and I'll work out the exact location with you tomorrow.

Danny: Good.

Bartlett: Sedgwick, manufacturer. Griffith, I said, tailor. Nimmo and Hayes, diversions. Mac, of course, will take care of intelligence. Hendley? We haven't met. Scrounger?

Colin: Tea?

Hendley: I only drank tea once - in a hospital.

Colin: I can't see a bloody thing!

[repeated line]

Colin: Splendid!

Colin: I'm Colin.

Lisa Simpson: I haven't seen you at school

Colin: Just moved from Ireland. My dad's a musician.

Lisa Simpson: Is he...?

Colin: He's not Bono.

Lisa Simpson: I just thought because you're Irish and you care about...

Colin: He's NOT Bono.

Colin: [after insulting the food] And what do you do Nancy?

Nancy the caterer: I'm a cook.

Colin: Ever do weddings?

Nancy the caterer: Yes I do.

Colin: They should have asked you to do this one.

Nancy the caterer: They did.

Colin: God I wish you hadn't turned it down.

Nancy the caterer: I didn't.

Colin: Exciting news!

Tony: What?

Colin: I've bought a ticket to the States. I'm off in three weeks.

Tony: No!

Colin: Yes! To a fantastic place called Wisconsin.

Tony: No!

Colin: Yes! Wisconsin babes, here comes Sir Colin! Whoo hoo!

Tony: No, Col! There are a few babes in America, I grant you, but they're already going out with rich, attractive guys.

Colin: Nah, Tone, you're just jealous. You know perfectly well that any bar anywhere in America contains ten girls more beautiful and more likely to have sex with me than the whole of the United Kingdom.

Tony: That is total bollocks. You've actually gone mad, now.

Colin: No, I'm wise. Stateside I am Prince William without the weird family.

Tony: No, Colin, no!

Colin: Yes!

Tony: Nyet!

Colin: Da!

Tony: Nein!

Colin: Ja, darling!

Stacey, American Dreamgirl: [points to beer bottle] What do you call that?

Colin: Uh, Bottle.

Stacey, American Dreamgirl, Jeannie, American Angel, Carol-Anne, American Goddess: [giggling, mimicking accent] BOHT-el!

Jeannie, American Angel: [points to straw] What about this?

Colin: Uh, straw.

Stacey, American Dreamgirl, Jeannie, American Angel, Carol-Anne, American Goddess: [mimicking accent] Strohw!

Carol-Anne, American Goddess: [points to table] What about this?

Colin: Uh, table.

Stacey, American Dreamgirl, Jeannie, American Angel, Carol-Anne, American Goddess: [starting to repeat] Tab - Oh, the same. It's the same.

[Colin nods apologetically]

Tony: You'll come back a broken man.

Colin: Yeah, back broken from too much sex!

Colin: I am Colin. God of Sex. I'm just on the wrong continent, that's all.

Colin: America, watch out, here comes Colin Frissell!

[pauses and turns, holding his hands out as if describing a large fish]

Colin: [in a much deeper voice] ... And he's got a big *knob*!

Colin: I'm on Shag Highway heading West!

Colin: American girls would seriously dig me with my cute British accent.

Carol-Anne, American Goddess: The thing that's gonna make it more crowded? Harriet.

Jeannie, American Angel: Oh, Harriet!

Carol-Anne, American Goddess: You haven't met Harriet.

Colin: There's a fourth one?

Carol-Anne, American Goddess, Jeannie, American Angel, Stacey, American Dreamgirl: Yeah.

Stacey, American Dreamgirl: Don't worry, you're totally gonna like her, 'cause she is the "sexy one."

Colin: Try my lovely nuts.

Colin: Beautiful muffin for a beautiful lady

Colin: You look great!

Abby Richter: Oh, just doing the dishes.

Colin: [Abby is on a date with Colin. Mike is relaying instructions to her via an earpiece] I'm used to women I can figure out in five seconds, but I can't do that with you.

Mike Chadway: [to Abby via earpiece] He's an idiot. I figured you out in two. Now tell him good night and stick your tits out, we're going to give this one last shot.

Lee: Ah, Colin, I hope you washed your hands.

Colin: You know I don't carry germs unless I can accessorize.

Colin: Oh, look at the time. I have an eleven o'clock with the Pope. Needs a new hat.

Colin: I am a big fan of your work.

Nate: I wish I could say the same.

Colin: Why don't you come work for me? You're young. You should be with a winner.

Nate: I prefer to work somewhere with a little bit of legacy.

Colin: Nothing lasts forever.

[Both laugh]

Nate: [staring up at Colin's bald head] Clearly.

Colin: Introduce me to her!

Isis: Yes, great! Chloé? This is Colin. Colin, Chloé.

Chloé: Hello.

Colin: Hello.

Colin: Chloe... Ever been played by Duke Ellington?

Colin: I said that because "Chloé" is also a piece of Duke Ellington.

Chloé: Duke Ellington, the famous racing driver!

Colin: Of course. I feel very stupid. Can I please leave?

Chloé: Can you please stay?

Colin: Roses are red, violets are blue. I'm about to f*** up. So what else is new?

Fergus Wilks: [Waking up and seeing the flower on the nightstand, then seeing Colin] What's that old thing doing back here?

Colin: It wasn't ready for the outside world.

Colin: The name's Fingers... Greenfingers.

[demonstrating a remote-controlled toy fire-engine with a camera on the ladder]

Kirsty: What is it?

George: It's a GOTLER.

Kirsty: A what?

Colin: A George-operated time-lock equalising robot.

Colin: What we don't need is a curly headed wanker trying to be Captain Kirk.

Simon Garden: At least he got things done. Imagine you looking for Spock in Star Trek 4: "Oh, sorry, we couldn't find him".

Colin: [laughs] That was Star Trek 3. It was called "The Search for Spock"!

Rich: [voiceover] I know a man must die, but I didn't know that he was bound to die twice. Long before he's put into the ground, he must trade the man of his youth, his goals and dreams, for mowing lawns, taking out the trash, and weekends of antiquing.

Colin: Nice ride, Mr. Chaplin.

Rich: [voiceover] That's kind of like dying, right?

Colin: No, you... you have to believe me, April. I am the-the father of your children.

Tom: What's the most frightening building in London?

Colin: Great Ormond Street Hospital for Children.

Tom: I believe you're right.

Nancy Jones: What's that?

Colin: Great Ormond Street Hospital for Children.

Nancy Jones: That's nice. That's true. That's a nice thing to say.

Zoe: Is your sister here already?

Colin: What! No. No, you just didn't hear her yell out my name. That's just actually what I would like you to be doing during the passion we'll be sharing momentarily.

Zoe: I'll walk you out.

Colin: Wanted to do that since I was 11.

Kim Thompson: I've been wanting to do it since you walked in the door this evening.

JR: The teaching is allowing others

JR, Colin: to fail

JR: while spinning your own wheels.

Colin: You're not qualified to teach; you're barely qualified to learn.

JR: Arrgh, thanks I guess.

Colin: I don't know I mean it just felt like it's something that I could do. It's something that I don't have to struggle in. It just seems like an option. But

JR: Yeah, but then what you're like teach for 10 years and then what? What're you gonna do then?

Colin: I don't know you could just fuck your young students and promise them jobs.

JR: Argh, shut up.

Colin: Oh, I'm sorry. I'm in no position to judge.

Colin: I would have thought, all those brains you've got, you would have figured out the game I'm playing by now

Colin: I'm sorry. I don't mean to bother you. I just lost control of my car and wrecked it and...

Terry: Are you all right?

Colin: I'm good. I just had a crash. Do you think I could use your phone?

Terry: You live around here?

Colin: Yeah, over on River Road... I don't even need to come in. I'll stand right here. You can hand the phone, shut the door.

Terry: I'm feeding my daughter. I'll be right back.

Colin: All right, thank you

Colin: You look so beautiful when you sleep. When I was in prison, I thought a lot about you

Alexis: Colin, I tried to wait

Colin: No, you didn't

[first lines]

Colin: Two large Bushmills, please, darlin'.

Colin: You wanna dance?

Eva: No thanks, Harland.

Colin: Come on, just one!

[Mr. Harland playfully waves his Styrofoam reindeer antler headband around to try to get her to smile]

Eva: [laughing timidly] No really, I don't dance.

Colin: [Mr. Harland's demeanor changes abruptly and he leans in close to whisper something in her ear] Where do you get off, you stuck-up bitch? Do you think anybody else even wants you now?

[Eva, looking forlorn, stands up and leaves the Christmas party]

Colin: Are you making this magic?

Mary: No, you are.

Colin: Just like in the story.

[indicates his chest]

Colin: It's like the whole universe is in here.

Mary: I'm certain it is.

Colin: That means I could marry you.

Mary: What? But we're cousins!

Colin: I don't care. I want us always to be together.

Mary: We are together.

Colin: I'm not sour!

Colin: See, that's a picture of my mother.

Mary: Why do you keep it covered up?

Colin: My father doesn't like to see it. I don't look like her at all. But you, you look like her. She smiles too much.

Mary: Smiles too much? How can a person smile too much?

Colin: Sometimes I hate her. She died when I was born.

Mary: But I thought she died falling off the swing in her garden.

Colin: Her garden? What garden?

Mary: Oh, just a garden.

Colin: Hair is dead.

Mary: If it's dead, why does it keep growing all the time, even after you're dead? Well, maybe not your hair. You'll probably be bald.

Colin: Don't be daft. I'll die before I'm ever old enough to go bald.

Mary: I hate the way you talk about dying.

Colin: Everyone thinks I'm going to die.

Mary: If everyone thought that about me, I still wouldn't do it.

Mary: Oh, stop it! I hate you! Everybody hates you! You're so selfish. You the most selfish boy there ever was!

Colin: I'm not as selfish as you are! Just because I'm always ill!

Mary: No on ill could scream like that!

Colin: I'm going to die!

Mary: What would you know about dying?

Colin: My mother died!

Mary: Both my parents died!

Colin: I'm master of this house while my father is away.

Mary: Your father? He's my uncle. Nobody told me he had a son.

Colin: Come here. What's your name?

Mary: Mary Lennox.

Colin: I'm Colin Craven.

Mary: Our mothers were sisters. Twins.

Colin: Twins? Nobody told me she had a twin. Fluff the pillows for me, Cousin Mary.

Mary: What?

Colin: The covers on this bed are all twisted.

Mary: Well, I don't know what to do about it. I'll call Mrs. Medlock.

Colin: No! She'll be mad if she finds you in here.

Colin: How old are you?

Mary: Ten.

Mary: Hey that means we're the same age.

Colin: What do you say in India when you want people to go?

Mary: You say, I have spoken, all depart.

Ben Weatherstaff: But aren't your legs all crooked?

Colin: Who says my legs are crooked?

Mary: Nobody says that.

Mary: I hate the way you talk about dying.

Colin: Everyone thinks I'll die.

Mary: If everyone thought that about me, I wouldn't do it.

Colin: I'm going to die.

Mary: From what?

Colin: [Shrugs] Everything. I've spent my whole life in this bed.

Colin: [after Carol said she forgot about their date] Well, next time you forget, maybe you'll let me know.

Colin: What, selling things to people who don't want them?

Vendice: Never things, Colin. We don't sell things. We sell dreams.

Colin: Money isn't everything.

Suzette: I know but it'll do 'till everything comes along.

Colin: What, you going out with Suzette? Aren't you a little old for her, Henley?

Henley of Mayfair: I'm only 37.

Colin: 37? Ha. Around the waist, maybe.

[first lines]

Colin: [narrating] I remember that hot, wonderful summer. When the teenage miracle reached full bloom and everyone in England stopped what they were doing to stare at what had happened. The Soho nights were cool in the heat, with light and music in the streets. And we couldn't believe that this was really coming to us at last. Nobody knew exactly why. But after so many dreary years of bombs and blitz and slow rebuilding; no sugar, no jam, nothing sweet anywhere; with the whole English world dressed in gray, it seemed, forever. Suddenly life broke out in warm colors again, so young and beautiful that a lot of people couldn't stand to look at it. For the first time ever, kids were teenagers. They had loot, however come by, and loot's for spending. And where there's loot, trouble follows.

Colin: It was England all right, but very un-English. Every class. Every income. Every kink. Boys. Girls. Black. White. Yellow. Bent. Versatile. All on equal terms.

Colin: True, sometimes a knife came out. But that was always between friends. You behave yourself, you're all right here. It's not in Soho where some sex maniac leaps on your back and violates you. That's strictly for the respectable neighborhoods.

Colin: Money for looks. Money for film. But, most of all, money for Suzette. My beautiful Crêpe Suzette.

Colin: Me and my pals are regulars down here. Every night the same old young faces.

Colin: You don't get a girl like Suzette on the never-never.

Colin: It's not that I've got anything against money. It's just what you have to do to get it. Still, there's always tomorrow.

Colin: Home. Sweet and sour home.

Colin: Just look at these fame star virgins. Putting on the agony. Trying to sing like hillbillies. Just praying for Harry Charms to snap them up and sell 'em into pop slavery.

Colin: I mustn't throw stones. Especially not at Americans. Yanks invented teenagers! England for the English and all that. But, being anti-Yank's the sure sign of defeat.

Colin: Hello, Ma.

Mum: Hello, blitz baby.

Colin: If this is adult life, I think I'll stay an absolute beginner forever.

Mum: You nasty lil' bastard.

Colin: Mother should know.

Fabulous Hoplite: Dearie me, child, what are you doing here?

Colin: Socializing. Like everyone else.

Fabulous Hoplite: Everyone you hate. All the parasites are here!

Fabulous Hoplite: Dido, this is Colin. Colin is one of old London's hottest talents - with his camera.

Dido Lament: Well, honey, if you're so handy with this little thing, why don't you fix me up with a few party snaps?

Colin: What's the price these days?

Dido Lament: You do it for love.

Dido Lament: Do you know any authentic teenagers?

Colin: What are they?

Call-Me-Cobber: Teenagers are the new economic class. This is the age of a teenager. It's my aim. It's my ambition in life to bring pop culture to the masses.

Dido Lament: What he actually wants to know is, do you teenagers have an active sex life? Well, do you?

Colin: None of your business, nice bitch-girl.

Suzette: Colin, what are you doing here?

Colin: I'm sellin' out! What are you doing here?

Colin: It's funny, once you make up your mind to let go and sell out, its one damn check after another. Money at the best time to have it - when you're young and strong.

Colin: As for photography, well it isn't exactly difficult, is it?

Colin: Get your hands out of my trousers!

Colin: They're just hooligans!

Mr. Cool: Listen! They're organized. They're an army now. They've a general behind 'em and they want to kick us outta your country!

Colin: What are you talkin' about? This is your country too!

Mr. Cool: You think so?

Colin: I'm on your side, Cool.

Mr. Cool: Oh, that's nice of you Colin. You don't know what side you're on. Truth is, Colin, you're on your own.

Mario: Hey, this summer, it won't-a last forever, heh?

Colin: Oh, yes it can! It'll last until the calendar says stop, Daddy-O!

Mario: Hey, it's-a not Daddy-O, it's Mario.

Colin: You think they're gonna pay a bonus for bringing home an alien instead of core samples?