The Desert Rats

Tom Bartlett:
You don't know much about real fear, Tammy. Maybe it comes with age or the bottle. You don't know what it is to be a coward... really a coward. To know it, yet to hope one day something will happen to prove that you're not, yet half the time not really believing that either.

Tom Bartlett:
But all wars come to an end sometime. This one will too.

Capt. 'Tammy' MacRoberts:
If I have anything to do with it, it will.

Field Marshal Erwin von Rommel:
Now, MacRoberts, l respect your pride in this little rat hole you call Tobruk, but don't insult my intelligence by telling me that if it stood in my way, l couldn't crush it like that!

Capt. 'Tammy' MacRoberts:
lf you can crush Tobruk, crush it. But don't tell me it isn't a constant threat to your supply line, that it isn't an open sore in your side, or that you can take Egypt without first smashing it.

"Sir, normally I would defer to your rank, and the fact that I'm your prisoner. If you can crush Tobruk, crush it... but don't tell me it isn't a constant threat to your supply line; that it isn't a sore in your side, or that you can take Egypt without first smashing it... and if you don't take the Suez, I suggest you start planning for the next war. Cognac for the Field Marshal."

Lt. Col. Tammy MacRoberts:

"Sir, normally I would defer to your rank, and the fact that I'm your prisoner. If you can crush Tobruk, crush it... but don't tell me it isn't a constant threat to your supply line; that it isn't a sore in your side, or that you can take Egypt without first smashing it... and if you don't take the Suez, I suggest you start planning for the next war. Cognac for the Field Marshal."