Geoffrey Crisp:
Mitch, what do really think I can get out of her?

Reginald J. Mitchell:
Oh, two eighty five.

Geoffrey Crisp:
Two eighty-five! Mitch, this is 1927, not 1977!

Reginald J. Mitchell:
Well, who's the lucky lady?

Geoffrey Crisp:
Don't know, I haven't met her yet!