God help your men. They'll be torn apart by the wily Pathan

Grapple:

Never underrate the wily Pathan. What we're going on to now is the wily Pathan, followed the use of and handling of anti-gas carpet. The Pathan lives in India. India is a hot, strange country. It's full of wily Pathans and they're up to wily things, which is why I always wear spurs, even in cold weather. Now, my advice to you is always to keep your rifle strapped to a suitable portion of your body - your leg is good. Otherwise, you'll find the wily Pathan will strip himself mother-naked, grease himself all over - slippery as an eel - make off with your rifle, which is a crime. Any questions so far, or can we take gas? Goodbody:
Sir, has the pathan gone over to Hitler, sir? Grapple:
Grammar school boy? Goodbody:
Sir. Grapple:
No, he has not. Too wily for that, the wily Pathan, you'll find. Goodbody:
Then shall we be fighting him in this war, sir? Grapple:
Of course we will, boy! The British Army has always fought the wily Pathan. Stripped mother-naked, under the tent brailings like a snake, he is. Goodbody:
Why? Grapple:
[increasingly annoyed]
Why, what? Why, what? We want to get on to gas. May save your life one day, gas. Goodbody:
Er, why has the British Army always fought the wily Pathan, sir? Grapple:
[very incensed]
Because he's just like you are, a damn wily troublemaker! What's your name in full? How did you get into an O.C.T.U. without knowing your history? [sigh] Grapple:
God help your men. They'll be torn apart by the wily Pathan