Duty grunt trying to explain the crucial need for imprisoning mates for weeks on end on that piece of unwanted $hit off Argentina:
"We have to be on our guard. They may come by sea, they may come by air, they may come by err....other means!"
Bored aircrew mate responds "Such as what? Rail, road, time machine? F*cking carrier pigeon??"
But still we protect the sheep-$haggers from the evil Argie hordes(?). Presumably to keep that old tart with the handbag quiet.