- [first lines]
- Lt. Winters: Sgt. Troy, I'm Lt. Winters.
- Sgt. Sam Troy: You're an hour late, lieutenant. You had me worried. You know our mission's running on a time schedule.
- Lt. Winters: I've no control over the heat or the terrain, sergeant. And if I blew up on the way here, it would do your mission no good, no good at all.
- Narrator: [voiceover] While the Rat Patrol was forced to move slowly, the clock was running fast. Allied bombers were readying for a mission that wouldn't wait. At stake, either a full division of Rommel's armor that lay exposed on the Bazaraki docks, or the Allied bombers themselves, whose course crossed the key radar complex, meant their own destruction if the radar station was left standing.
- Pvt. Mark Hitchcock: Now what gets into a guy's mind to make him dream up explosives his whole life, Sarge? Imagine making them look like tennis balls.
- [Glances at Troy, who isn't listening and stares ahead blankly]
- Pvt. Mark Hitchcock: I guess tennis isn't your game, Sarge.
- Arab Guide: The Old One is dead. This is Selhim, his great-granddaughter. He passed every word down to her. Selhim, this is Hauptmann Dietrich.
- Selhim: Hauptmann Dietrich.
- Selhim: Selhim.
- Selhim: [the girl is blind, and reaches out and feels Dietrich's face] You are a very handsome man.
- Capt. Hans Dietrich: You are a very beautiful woman. Very beautiful.
- Selhim: We shall talk.
- Capt. Hans Dietrich: Yes, we shall talk.
- Narrator: [voiceover] In two hours, the Alied bombers would be clearly visible on the scope of the German radar complex, that would take pleasure in arranging for the bombers' destruction.
- Sgt. Jack Moffitt: I'm lost.
- Sgt. Sam Troy: You're lost? What do you mean, you're lost?
- Sgt. Jack Moffitt: Exactly that. The riverbed should be here, but it isn't.
- Sgt. Sam Troy: This isn't a fossil hunt, Moffitt!
- Sgt. Jack Moffitt: Don't you think I know that? I'm also involved in this.
- Sgt. Sam Troy: Well, I'm not thinking about you, or me, or them. I'm thinking of those bombers getting through undetected. I'm thinking of them smashing Rommel's new division before they get off the docks!
- Capt. Hans Dietrich: [Troy approaches Dietrich, carrying in an outstretched hand one of the bombs] You come like a Greek bearing gifts.
- Sgt. Sam Troy: You can call it that.
- [last lines]
- Pvt. Mark Hitchcock: Sarge, why did you let Dietrich go?
- [Troy averts his gaze and gives no response. Hitch smirks, pulls on his cap, and drives]