All right, then, time sync. I got zero-seven-thirty coming up in three... two... one......

Wells: All right, then, time sync. I got zero-seven-thirty coming up in three... two... one... check. Spoon: Oh, bollocks, I don't believe this. Wells: What is it now, Witherspoon? Spoon: Left me watch at the barracks, Sarge. Wells: Take a breather every once in a while, son, you'll live longer. Terry: Nice work, Spoon, you tosser. Joe: Took the words right out of my mouth. Spoon: And you'll be taking my boot out your mouth in a minute, Joe, you baldy twat.

I've got 07:30. Coming up in three, two, one. Check. Bollocks. I don't believe this. What is it now, Witherspoon? Left me watch at the barracks, Sarge. Take a breather every once in a while. Nice work, Spoon, you tosser. Took the words right off my mouth. You will take my boot out of your mouth, Joe, you twat. Piss now. This shit is totally bone. The most important football match of my life is playing tonight and I'm stuck at the back side of beyond without a six pack or a telly. That's the army for you. It's England v. Germany, man. Full on footy war. Well, it's nothing like this at all, isn't, Joe? It's just an exercise. Hardly life or death. Don't bet on it, Joe. You're fucking slaying me. If you'd paid any attention at all during the briefing, Kirkley, you'd know exactly who we're up against on this harmless exercise. Who's that then? Special Forces, you plunker. Bollocks to them. All right. All right. Listen up. I'm gonna make this quick and to the point.