Prometheus best scene - David 8 plays basketball, so alone
Michael George Hartley... This is a nasty, dark little room.
That's right.
We are not happy in it.
I am. It's better than a nasty, dark little trench.
Then you're a big noble fellow.
That's right.
Here is William Potter with my newspaper.
Here you are, Tosh.
Thanks. Would you care for one of Corporal Hartley's cigarettes?
Is it there?
Of course. Headlines. But I bet it isn't mentioned in the Times.
"Bedouin tribes attack Turkish stronghold."
I bet that no one in this headquarters even knows it happened. Or would care if it did. Allow me to ignite your cigarette.
Mr. Lawrence? Yes.
Flimsy, sir.
Thank you.
You'll do that once too often. It's only Flesh and Blood.
Michael George Hartley, you're A Philosopher.
And you're balmy! It damn well hurts!
Certainly, it hurts.
What's The Trick, then?
The Trick, William Potter, is not minding that It Hurts.
By the way, if Captain Gibbon should enquire for me, tell him I've gone for a chat with the general. - He's balmy. - He's all right. Lawrence. Yes? You're supposed to be... Do you usually wear your cap in the mess? Always. You should be on duty. Where are you going? Mustn't talk shop, Freddie, not in the mess. I'm going for a powwow with the general. I'm not asking as your superior, but as the secretary of this mess. We don't want chaps in here who should be
