CLYDE: We’ve been working for a flipping parrot?

WYCKHAM: Right now the glorious German fleet is preparing to depart harbours all along the Dutch and Belgian coast.

KOENIG: And your so-called British Intelligence will not suspect until it is far too late.

GEORGE: We know. Clyde and me.

WYCKHAM: And what can two schoolboys do?

CLYDE: You’d be surprised. I’ve taken on bigger loonies than you lot. I’ve fought hideous bug eyed monsters, and I’ve defeated them all with this.

(He holds out his mobile phone, playing "Pass Out" by Tinie Tempah.)

CLYDE: This doesn’t happen. You lot shouldn’t even be in this country.

KOENIG: Quite a statement, from a negro.

CLYDE: Reduced to name calling, are you? You’re just a gang of bullies, picking on others for what they look like, and that is why you’ll lose this war. Underestimating the enemy through blind, stupid prejudice.