Carol Fisher: I think the world has been run long enough by well-meaning professionals. We might give the amateurs a chance now.
Johnny Jones: If you knew how much I love you, you’d faint.
Carol Fisher: You never hear of circumstances out of our control rushing us into peace, do you?
Johnny Jones: I’m in love with a girl, and I’m going to help hang her father.
Johnny Jones: I’m in love with you, and I want to marry you.
Carol Fisher: I’m in love with you, and I want to marry you.
Johnny Jones: Hmm… that cuts down our love scene quite a bit, doesn’t it?
Carol Fisher: They’re listening in America, Johnny.
Johnny Jones: Okay, we’ll tell ’em, then. I can’t read the rest of the speech I had, because the lights have gone out, so I’ll just have to talk off the cuff. All that noise you hear isn’t static – it’s death, coming to London. Yes, they’re coming here now. You can hear the bombs falling on the streets and the homes. Don’t tune me out, hang on a while – this is a big story, and you’re part of it. It’s too late to do anything here now except stand in the dark and let them come… as if the lights were all out everywhere, except in America. Keep those lights burning, cover them with steel, ring them with guns, build a canopy of battleships and bombing planes around them. Hello, America, hang on to your lights: they’re the only lights left in the world!