I don't want to bother you with a lot of meteorological mumbo jumbo... but the fact is, you see, whether we like it or not... fog... it moves.
Of course it moves. Where?
That's very difficult to say, General.
It's very slippery stuff, fog.
You think you've got it, then it reverses itself... and leaves you behind.
Won't you please sit down?
What I'm trying to say, General... is even if we move your troops the 50 miles... I grant you, now the sun is shining... the chances are that by the time we get there... the fog could quite easily have preceded us.
- So we simply have to wait.
- And do nothing.
I think that puts it rather well.
Hey, you! You Vandeleur?
- Yeah.
- I'm Bobby Stout.
How do you do?
Hell of a day, huh?
Look at 'em... wild.
Have you ever been liberated?
- I got divorced twice. Does that count?
- Yes, that counts.
Hey, that Bailey crap.
You got it amongst this stuff?
When you refer to Bailey crap... I take it you mean that glorious precision-made British-built bridge... which is the envy of the civilized world.