If the planes couldn't make it, they would go in the drink, eject their rubber lifeboats, inflate them, climb in, and pray for the Navy to pick them up before the Germans did.

Be sensible, you’re just frigging about now.

This recipe says add eight ounces of flour; what's that in new money?

Herr Freudenberg himself has great friends here, friends in high places. He will see that nothing happens.