U.S. Army Air Corps Major, Liz Eddington's Lover: [searching the skies with a hand over his eyes; spots the first six planes] My God, they're Japs.
Liz Eddington: What?
U.S. Army Air Corps Major, Liz Eddington's Lover: They're Japs... MY GOD, THEY'RE JAPS!
[Exeunt, hastily, getting strafed all the way]

Clayton Canfil, Australian Coastwatcher: There's a way to find out what the Japs are up to; but I'll have to do it myself. I used to run a plantation on Gavabutu; I know that island like the back of my hand. Have one of your subs put me ashore there and in two weeks, I'll be able to tell you just what our little yellow brothers are up to.
Rear Admiral Rock Torrey: All right, Mr. Canfil; but be careful, we can't afford to lose you.
Clayton Canfil, Australian Coastwatcher: [Grinning] I'm not planning on getting lost, Admiral.

Col. Gregory: Sir, I can't put up all of my men unless we get at least five more transports.
Rear Admiral Rock Torrey: Well, aren't there any more R4D's on Tulabonne?
Col. Gregory: Yes, but they're held in reserve.
Captain Paul Eddington: Reserve! What... for?
Col. Gregory: That's the way Admiral Broderick has things organized.
Captain Paul Eddington: What happens if an R4D conks out?
Col. Gregory: Tulabonne sends us a spare until we get it fixed.
Captain Paul Eddington: Five of 'em just conked out, Gregg.
Commander Egan Powell: Let's relay the sad news to Broderick!
Rear Admiral Rock Torrey: Mr. Canfil, you seem to have fallen in among thieves!
Clayton Canfil, Australian Coastwatcher: It does seem so, Admiral, I'm very happy to say!