Oh, look at him, sailing along as cool as you please, like a blooming toff out for a pleasure spin on a Sunday afternoon at Henley.
10 seconds sound clip from the The Snow Goose (1954) classic radio play.
You can hear this line at 00:20:57 in the radio play.
Quote context
[...]
- I'll tell you what we're done for. It's the angel of death had to pick us up.
- Yeah, it's a good omen, that's what it is. We'll get out of here yet, mate. You mark my words.
- We won't get out unless some perisher comes and picks us all up, and that's the honest truth.
- Blimy, look at the bullets whipping the water up all round him.
- I hope he makes it. That's where they sunk the Ramsgate motorboat this morning.
- Look out! Another of the cheetahs! Get down!
- Here. No, they didn't get him. They didn't get him. He's going to make it.
- Oh, look at him now. A black beard, humpback, and a sort of claw for his hand.
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