Squadron Leader Skipper Quotes in Battle of Britain (1969)

[Squadron Leader Skipper and Simon are doing training in Spitfires. Skipper has just ordered Simon to engage him in a dogfight, but Simon has lost sight of him and is blinded by the sun. Suddenly Skipper bursts towards him from the sun]

Squadron Leader Skipper: [imitating a machine gun] DAKA-DAKA-DAKA-DAKA-DAKA-DAKA-DAKA-DAKA-DAKA!

[flies past Simon]

Simon: Hello Rabbit Leader - thought you might come in from the sun!

Squadron Leader Skipper: DON'T THINK! Don't just glance! LOOK! Search for the bastards! OK, let's try it again.

Squadron Leader Skipper: [His squadron has just been scrambled and is also under attack by the Luftwaffe] Well don't just *stand* there! Get one *up!*

Squadron Leader Skipper: Where have you been?

Sgt. Pilot Andy: [soaking wet and miffed] Learning to swim!

Squadron Leader Skipper: Did you get one?

Sgt. Pilot Andy: All I got was a bellyful of English Channel!

Squadron Leader Skipper: How many time have I told you - never fly straight and level for more than 30 seconds in a combat area!

[pauses]

Squadron Leader Skipper: You call your wife?

[Andy shakes his head slightly]

Squadron Leader Skipper: All right, boy! Get in!

[cocks his head toward his small maroon Austin Ascot 12/6]

[the Germans are about to overrun the airfield]

Squadron Leader Skipper: Right! Let's get the hell out of here!

Pilot Officer Archie: Where are we going, sir?

Squadron Leader Skipper: [Walking rapidly toward his plane] Why don't you follow me and find out?

[after berating Simon, a young pilot]

Squadron Leader Skipper: How many hours in Spits?

Simon: Ten and a half, sir.

Squadron Leader Skipper: Let's make it *eleven*, before *Jerry* has you for *breakfast!*

Pilot Officer Archie: Spring chicken to shitehawk in one easy lesson.

[at low volume, almost whispering, after Simon and Skipper leave the building for their aircraft]

Pilot Officer Archie: daka!-daka!-daka!-daka!-daka!-daka!-daka!-daka!

Squadron Leader Skipper: Corporal! Re-fuel them immediately.

Corporal at French airfield: Yes, sir.

[Turns back to the other ground crew]

Corporal at French airfield: So anyway...

[continues his conversation]

Squadron Leader Skipper: Corporal - I don't mean with your blood! And re-arm them!

Corporal at French airfield: Yes, *sir*!

[Runs towards the aircraft]