No, but he made plenty of exhaust noises.

Don’t. Ever. Mistake. Us. For. Poms. Again.

Starred you for the Dale Brown reference...

Don’t be so sure of our safety down here, mate, if you guys go toe-to-toe with the Rooskies.

If you want something to blend in with its surrounds, have it reflect those surroundings...

I love watching you build a harem of contacts, Tyler.

These lines are just...elegant.

Is it because you hopped from one FOB to another a lot?

‘Strayan here.

They don’t need to mention them. They’re Dutch pilots. Every single serviceman and woman of the Dutch defence forces is issued with three dozen a month.

Aye.

I empathise. Drive a 2004 Holden (Isuzu) Rodeo.

I think in markets where the Dooshka mount’s available the price hasn’t been firmly announced, but is speculated to be the usual four or five bricks of Semtex, two dozen Kalashnikovs (Russian-made only; Type 56s and other variants dependent on dealer), or two RPG-7s.

No. No. No. Nyet. Nein. Damn hipsters with your Dianas and Blackbird Flies, get off my lawn!

MILK

Gives new meaning to “the rocket’s red glare”.

And there’s the great story from the days of The Right Stuff: the antifogging solution cost the USAF $18 bucks a bottle (in 1940s dollars).

“Quantity,” as Uncle Joe famously said, “has a quality all its own.”

“Boiled shrimp, fried shrimp, grilled shrimp, baked shrimp...”

“She’ll go three hundred hectares on a single tank of kerosene!”