Bartlett: Virgil, isn't it?Hilts: Hilts. Just make it Hilts.
Hilts: Hold on to yourself, Bartlett. You're twenty feet short.Bartlett: What do you mean, twenty feet short?Hilts: You're twenty feet short of the woods. The hole is right here in open. The guard is between us and the lights.
I haven't seen Berlin yet, from the ground or from the air, and I plan on doing both before the war is over.
Ashley-Pitt: I didn't think he'd get caught so soon.Bartlett: He wasn't caught.
