Shoot straight you bastards- Don't make a mess of it! - Breaker Morant's last word before being executed by firing squad.
My centre is giving way, my right is retreating, situation excellent, I am attacking. - Ferdinand Foch
All right, then, I'll go to hell - Huck Finn deciding eternal damnation is preferable to betraying Jim
That is the dematerializing control. And that, over yonder, is the horizontal hold. Up there is the scanner, those are the doors, that is a chair with a panda on it. Sheer poetry, dear boy! Now please stop bothering me. - The First Doctor.