Bombardier to Commander. Flak at 12 o'clock level.

Jacket.

They got all that flak out of you yet?

If he hadn't, our fighter and the flak would.

This will make you happy. Flak City again. St. Nazaire?

Jacket, doctor?

No jacket?

My jacket.

And, I get a lot of flak for this at Cambridge.

Take your jacket.

Want my jacket?

Want my jacket?

Take my jacket.

Cobb to Commander. We'll be turning over a heavy flak belt, sir.

I'd a crowded 'em... a little closer to that flak at Frankfurt.

This jacket sets well.

Look at his jacket!

Take off his jacket.

My jacket. lt's warm.

Out of your jacket.

Is that the jacket?

Take your jacket off.

Whose jacket is it?

Hand me my jacket.

Look at my jacket!

I love your jacket.

And it's a straight jacket.

I don't like this jacket.

The nail tore his jacket.

And you take his jacket!

I brought you Joey's jacket.

Does my jacket bother you?

In that tweed jacket. Yeah.

Off with cap, boots, jacket!

Yeah, but the strike photos don't show what the flak is like in there.

Can I try on this jacket?

Is this jacket right for me?

This jacket is a tight fit.

He put on the red jacket.

Just from reading the dust jacket.

Why didn't you take my jacket?

Thanks for the beautiful bed jacket.

Do you produce a jacket, Inspector?

Silk socks with a tweed jacket!

The keys are in my jacket.