The Guns of Navarone1961

Mallory:
Can you do anything at all?

Corporal Miller:
I don't know. There's always a way to blow up explosives. The trick is not to be around when they go off. But aren't you forgetting something? The lady. As I see it we have three choices. One we can leave her here but there's no guarantee she won't be found, and in her case they won't need a truth drug. Two, we can take her with us, but that would make things worse than they are already. And three... well, that's Andrea's choice, remember?

Mallory:
You really want your pound of flesh, don't you?

Corporal Miller:
Yes, I do. You see, somehow I just couldn't get to sleep.

Mallory:
Well, if you're so anxious to kill her, go ahead!

Corporal Miller:
I'm not anxious to kill her, I'm not anxious to kill anyone. You see, I'm not a born soldier. I was trapped. You may find me facetious from time to time, but if I didn't make some rather bad jokes I'd go out of my mind. No, I prefer to leave the killing to someone like you, an officer and a gentleman, a leader of men.

Mallory:
If you think I wanted this, any of this, you're out of your mind, I was trapped like you, just like anyone who put on the uniform!

Corporal Miller:
Of *course* you wanted it, you're an officer, aren't you? I never let them make *me* an officer! I don't want the responsibility!

Mallory:
So you've had a free ride, all this time! Someone's *got* to take responsibility if the job's going to get done! You think that's easy?

Corporal Miller:
[shouts] I don't know! I'm not even sure who really is responsible any more.