- [first lines]
- [Rhodes is sprawled on a sofa, fanning himself]
- Lieutenant William Storm: What are you doing?
- Lieutenant Michael Rhodes: I'm beginning our ten days leave right here and now. I'm planting myself and taking root.
- Lieutenant William Storm: You can't do that. I've just had a brilliant idea - a master stroke!
- Lieutenant Michael Rhodes: Sounds more like sunstroke. Go away and lie down. It's too hot for brilliant ideas.
- Lieutenant William Storm: On your feet, Rhodes! We're off to Balipur.
- Lieutenant Michael Rhodes: Why Balipur?
- Lieutenant William Storm: Good shooting down there - tigers!
- Lieutenant Michael Rhodes: Too far. If that want to be shot, tell them to come to me.