- The Factory Manager: Disaster put us where we are. The disaster of Dunkirk, when Britain stood like one small unyielding rock in a wild ocean. The rest of the world thought Britain was licked. We knew she'd only just started to fight. We knew it, because we're British too! Dunkirk week. The week Australians stormed the recruiting offices. The week industrial production commenced its leap upward. The week we stripped ourselves of arms and started to send the old lady all we had, and wished to God we could make it a hundred times more. It's a funny thing, that. We're a free, completely independent people, with no ties to England at all, save those of blood. But they happen to be the strongest ties in the world.
- The Munitions Worker (Gwennie): I figured out, it's not much good having the boyfriend in destroyers if the Navy hasn't got enough shells to fire at the Japs. Every girl who works here's got somebody, in the Army, or the Navy, or the Air Force. A brother or a father or an uncle or a boyfriend... like Bill.
- R.A.A.F. Pilot: More grit in me teeth.
- R.A.F. Pilot: Well, old boy, it's your country, isn't it?
- R.A.A.F. Pilot: Yeah - we captured it from the British.
- The Farmer (Old Man Stewart): Times are tough alright, but we old blokes have been through tough times before.
- The Merchant Seaman: Carryin' the food and the munitions and the soldiers where they're needed - that's our job in this war. A cargo of meat and butter and cheese out of Melbourne, Australia - that's going to mean plenty to a hell of a lot of people in Liverpool, England. And a cargo of aircraft motors out of Frisco for Sydney - that's going to mean bad news to a hell of a lot of Japs in New Guinea. Somebody's got to do this carryin' job. It just 'appens that I'm one of the mob that's doing it.
- The Sailor: You know what I think about blokes like you?
- The Merchant Seaman: What?
- The Sailor: Blokes like you that do the fetching and the carrying in this war for all of us. Blokes who take all the risks with precious little chance of heading back. I wish I had half your guts, that's what. Here's mud in yer eye, sailor!
- R.A.A.F. Mechanic: Now the Japs know they're in a war. Now they're runnin' into a team. Yanks, RAF, Dutchmen and Aussies. They're finding out exactly just what does happen when a Spitfire tangles with a Zero. When a Lightning gets on a Mitsubishi's tail.
- R.A.F. Mechanic: Aren't you forgettin' somethin'? They're flyin' Spitfires.
- R.A.A.F. Mechanic: Yeah - I think you got somethin' there, cobber. I think you got everythin' there...