You only have to meet him once a week.
But that's like saying you only have to have your tooth pulled once a week.
Most scenes together: Winston Churchill & King George VI (5), Winston Churchill & Clementine Churchill (3)
You only have to meet him once a week.
But that's like saying you only have to have your tooth pulled once a week.
Are we terribly old?
Yes, I'm afraid you are.
Oh, you beast!
[They laugh.]
Come to bed, Pug. You've got to sleep.
Leave me, Clemmie.
Yes, well, my opportunity to do that passed a long time ago.
Now, get up. You have a visitor.
Who?
The King.
Which king? Ours?
Well, if it isn't him, it's a marvelous impersonation.
I will not stand by and watch another generation of young men die at the bloody altar of your hubris!
No, you would have us die as lambs!
Was Gallipoli not enough for you?
HOW DARE YOU! Our troops were chewing barbed wire in Flanders and I saw it! Opening a second front, outflanking the Turks was a serious military idea and it could have damn well worked if the Admirals and the First Sea Lord hadn't dithered away the element of surprise!
And you? Are you not afraid?
I am, most terribly.
You have my support.
...Your Majesty?
You have my support. I confess I had some reservations about you at first. But while some in this country dreaded your appointment, none - none - dreaded it like Adolf Hitler. Whomever can strike fear into that brute heart is worthy of all of our trust. We shall work together, you and I. You shall have my support, at any hour. Beat the buggers.
How do you manage drinking during the day?
Practice.
I believe we are to meet regularly.
Once a week, I'm afraid.
How is... How are you for Mondays?
Um, I shall endeavor to be available on Mondays.
4:00?
I nap at 4:00.
Is that permissible?
No. But necessary. I work late.
Winston lacks judgment.
He was right about Hitler.
Well, even a stopped clock is right twice a day.
Do I have your, uh, permission, uh, to send, uh, an aircraft carrier to pick up the P-40 fighter planes we purchased from you? Mr. President?
Well, you-you've got me there again. New law preventing transshipment of military equipment.
Uh, but we paid for them. We-we paid for them with the money that we... that we borrowed from you.
On certain matters I have very few people with whom I can... talk frankly.
Perhaps now we have each other.
And I no longer scare you?
A little. But I can cope.
The German army controls every French port except Dunkirk here and Calais here to the west, where the garrison under Brigadier Nicholson is drawing fire and delaying the German advance on Dunkirk. At both points, our troops are encircled. Now, we are still trying to clear Dunkirk Harbor of wrecked ships so that we can then land the boats we need to get our-our boys off those beaches. But enemy aircraft is attacking us constantly. Our... our only hope in Dunkirk is thick cloud cover to thwart these attacks, but the skies remain clear. And even then, I am told we still need a-a-a miracle to get even 10% of our men out. Courage, Miss Layton. Courage. [to a passing officer] General.
How... how long have they got... if we don't rescue them?
One, maybe... two days.
What utter nonsense. Look at me. What could possibly be scary about me?
One never knows what's going to come out of your mouth next. Something that'll flatter, something that'll wound.
My emotions are unbridled. A wildness in the blood I share with my father. And my mother also. We lack the gift of temperance.
Were you close to your parents?
My mother was glamorous... but perhaps too widely-loved. My father was... like God. Busy elsewhere.
Please tell the Privy Seal that I am currently sealed in the privy and I can only deal with one shit at a time.