Hét férfi dolgozik egy katonai hírszerző irodában 1956-ban, Londonban. Hopper unatkozik, amikor oroszt fordít, és rock and roll musicaleket képzel el az irodában.
Lipstick on Your Collar (1993–1993) 1★
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Flora_the_Sweaterist
Major Church: Name? Say again?
Private Francis Francis: Francis, sir. Francis, F.
Major Church: What's the F?
Private Francis Francis: Francis, sir.
Major Church: Yes, yes, what's the F?
Private Francis Francis: Francis, sir. Francis Francis.
Major Church: How very economical. Well, Francis, get this clear. When we call you „Francis,” we mean „Francis,” not „Francis.”
Flora_the_Sweaterist
Private Francis Francis: Sir! I would like you to accept the proposal, sir, that I am not as big a fool as I must seem, sir!
Flora_the_Sweaterist
Sylvia Berry: Do you like music?
Private Mick Hopper: Do I like music?
Sylvia Berry: Yeah, but what sort?
Private Mick Hopper: The sort where „moon” don't rhyme with „June,” and you're not up to your backside in bloody buttercups. Songs that aren't about your mum and dad. A bit rough. A beat that busts up the old way…the old stodge…the empire…and knowing your place, and „excuse me,” and dressing up, and doing what you're told, and not once being asked!
Flora_the_Sweaterist
Major Hedges: I see, I see, no one interested in my state of mind this bright morn. Now why is that do you think? Do you consider perhaps that I am being provocative, is that it, eh? Eh? Or boring even! Have I become a bore without even knowing?
Flora_the_Sweaterist
Private Hopper: Well, you can't put your finger in it but it's there. It's definitely there.
Private Francis: What is?
Private Hopper: Change.
Flora_the_Sweaterist
Private Hopper: What difference does one more little bit og shit make? The whole bloody job stinks anyway.
