The Artilleryman's plan to rebuild society underground- unrealistic sure, but the sheer enthusiasm and gusto in his voice gives this troper goosebumps:
Artilleryman: We'll build shops and hospitals and barracks right under their noses - right under their feet! Everything we need - banks, prisons and schools... We'll send scouting parties to collect books and stuff, and men like you'll teach the kids! Not poems and rubbish - science, so we can get everything working! We'll build villages and towns and... and... we'll play each other at cricket! Listen, maybe one day we'll capture a Fighting Machine, eh? Learn how to make 'em ourselves and then wallop! Our turn to do some wiping out! Whoosh with our Heat Ray - Whoosh! And them running and dying, beaten at their own game! Man on top again!
Thunderchild. Floating silently while the Tripods wade out to sea to block off escaping steamer ships. "Then with a deafening roar and whoosh of spray, it swung about and drove at full speed towards the waiting Martians."
Moving swiftly through the waters
Cannons blazing as she came
Brought a mighty metal War-Lord
Crashing down in sheets of flame Sensing victory was nearing