Lewis Nixon: Harry, just why exactly are you still carrying your reserve shute?

Harry Welsh: What? it's silk. Make a great wedding gift for kitty when we get back.

Lewis Nixon: Jeez Harry, I never would have guessed.

Harry Welsh: What? that I'm so sentimental?

Lewis Nixon: No, that you actually think we're going to make it back to England.

Darrel 'Shifty' Powers: Sniper! Down! 2nd Floor Left!

Richard D. Winters: Flash?

Pvt. John 'Cowboy' Hall: Shit!

Ronald Speirs: What?

Floyd 'Tab' Talbert: Sir, if it's not going to put you in too much of a bind, I'd like to resign as company First Sergeant. If I had my choice, I miss being back amongst the men. I'd be happy to go to as Staff Sergeant, whichever platoon you want to put me in.

Ronald Speirs: Well, I guess you've earned your right to demote yourself.

Floyd 'Tab' Talbert: Thank you, sir.

Ronald Speirs: You wanna take over Sergeant Grant's platoon?

Floyd 'Tab' Talbert: That would do fine, sir.

Ronald Speirs: Alright then, report to Lieutenant Peacock. Let me know if he gives you any trouble.

Floyd 'Tab' Talbert: Oh, sir? You make your decision yet?

Ronald Speirs: Yeah, I did.

Alton More: I'm guessing they were Hitler's photo albums, sir. Sure had a lot of pictures of him in it.

Ronald Speirs: So, you looked at 'em, but you didn't take 'em?

Alton More: That's right, sir.

Ronald Speirs: I don't believe you! I'll be watching you. You're dismissed.

Ronald Speirs: You'd better not be lying to me.

Ronald Speirs: Have the MPs take care of this piece of shit.

Ronald Speirs: When you talk to an officer, you say "sir".

Frank Perconte: Hey Luz, can you do Major Horton?

George Luz: [imitating Major Horton] Does a wild bear crap in the woods, son?

Burton 'Pat' Christenson: The stories about Speirs are probably all bullshit anyway.

Ken Webb: Stories? What stories?

Frank Perconte: Well, supposedly, Speirs shot one of his own men for being drunk.

Ken Webb: You're kidding. That's unbelievable.

Burton 'Pat' Christenson: Yeah, and there's another one about him giving cigarettes to twenty German POW's before killing 'em.

Ken Webb: He shot twenty POW's?

Frank Perconte: Well, actually, I heard it was more like thirty.

Ronald Speirs: [Speirs arrives] Christenson.

Burton 'Pat' Christenson: Lieutenant Speirs.

Ronald Speirs: I got the name right, didn't I? Christenson?

Burton 'Pat' Christenson: Yes, sir.

Ronald Speirs: What are you men doing out here?

Burton 'Pat' Christenson: We're watching the line, sir.

Ronald Speirs: Well, keep up the good work. While you're at it, you might want to reinforce your cover.

Frank Perconte: Oh... well actually, sir, Lieutenant Dike said not even to bother, that we're only gonna be here one day.

Ronald Speirs: Lieutenant Dike said that, huh? Then forget what I said. Carry on.

Ronald Speirs: Oh, anyone care for a smoke?

Ronald Speirs: [to Webb] You?

Donald Malarkey: [the men are going over Heffron and Spina's run-in with the German in the foxhole] He shoulda shot Hinkel in the ass.

Warren Muck: Then he woulda shot *him* in the ass.

Edward 'Babe' Heffron: [Domingus comes around with stale pancakes and shovels them into everyone's mess tin] Hey, God bless ya.

Donald Malarkey: Joe, these smell like my armpit!

Warren Muck: [holding up one of the pancakes] At least your armpit's warm.

Joe Domingus: You want syrup with that?

Donald Malarkey: Joe, be honest, what's in these things anyway, huh?

Joe Domingus: Nothing you won't eat, Malarkey.

Ralph Spina: I won't eat Malarkey.

John T. Julian: Hey, hey, maybe Hinkel would like your share, huh?

Edward 'Babe' Heffron: I shoulda shot him when I had the chance.

Warren Muck: What, running backwards, Babe?

Thomas Peacock: [Lt. Peacock walks up] Anybody seen Lieutenant Dike?

Donald Malarkey: Uh, try battalion CP, sir.

Warren Muck: Try Paris.

Donald Malarkey: Try Hinkel.

Ralph Spina: [Spina puts on a bad German accent and makes to hug Heffron] Hinkel, sveetie, I'm home!

Edward 'Babe' Heffron: [Heffron turns to Doc Roe, who is sitting nearby] Hey Eugene, Lieutenant Dike's got a full aid kit, try him.

Donald Malarkey: Yeah, I'm sure he's not usin' his.

John T. Julian: Maybe Hinkel's got a syrette for ya.

Warren Muck: Eat your strudel.

Donald Malarkey: [in his own bad German accent] Hey, Hinkel-Vinkel, eat ze armpit, huh?

Ralph Spina: [Spina and Heffron get lost in the woods of Bastogne while looking for medical supplies] Hey Babe... where the hell are we?

Edward 'Babe' Heffron: [Heffron stops and looks around] This way.

Ralph Spina: I don't like it.

Edward 'Babe' Heffron: Where the hell is Third Battalion?

Ralph Spina: Shit!

German Soldier: Hinkel?

Ralph Spina: Come on!

German Soldier: Hinkel, ist du?

Ralph Spina: [Heffron and Spina realize they've accidentally walked through German lines]

Ralph Spina: Come on! Come on, come on!

German Soldier: *Hinkel*!

Edward 'Babe' Heffron: [whispering] Gimme a hand!

Edward 'Babe' Heffron: Go! Go!

German Soldier: Schiesse!

Edward 'Babe' Heffron: Come on, Spina, move! Move!

Ralph Spina: Come on, come on!

Edward 'Babe' Heffron: You know he told me he was a goddamn virgin?

Ralph Spina: Who?

Edward 'Babe' Heffron: Replacement in my foxhole, Julian.

Ralph Spina: Yeah?

Edward 'Babe' Heffron: Goddamn virgin, just a kid.

Ralph Spina: Only virgin I know is the Virgin Mary.

Lynn 'Buck' Compton: [Compton is looking at a picture of himself and his girlfriend on Christmas Eve 1944] Bill.

Lynn 'Buck' Compton: Picture of my girl.

William 'Wild Bill' Guarnere: Good-lookin' broad, Buck.

Lynn 'Buck' Compton: She's, uh...

Lynn 'Buck' Compton: ... she's finished with me.

William 'Wild Bill' Guarnere: [sympathetically] Really?

Lynn 'Buck' Compton: Yeah. Yeah, it's uh...

William 'Wild Bill' Guarnere: Just in time for Christmas, huh?

Lynn 'Buck' Compton: [Compton's laughter trails away into silence and he gets a despondent look on his face] Just in time for Christmas.

Alex Penkala: [Penkala has been hit during an artillery barrage] MEDIC!

Denver 'Bull' Randleman: Hang on, Penk, the doc's comin'!

Alex Penkala: DOC!

Eugene Roe: [Roe rolls into Randleman and Penkala's foxhole] Penkala!

Alex Penkala: Doc!

Alex Penkala: Ah! It's the artery, I can feel it!

Eugene Roe: Penkala, let go!

Alex Penkala: It's the goddamn artery!

Eugene Roe: Penkala, loosen your fingers, God damn it, loosen 'em now!

Alex Penkala: I'm gonna bleed to death!

Denver 'Bull' Randleman: Relax your arm, Penk! Come on!

Eugene Roe: [Roe examines Penkala's wound] It's not the artery.

Alex Penkala: I ain't goin' back, Doc.

Eugene Roe: What?

Alex Penkala: I ain't goin' nowhere, not in this shit!

Eugene Roe: You don't wanna go out in this shit and you're yellin' "medic"?

Alex Penkala: I don't need to go back to no aid station!

Eugene Roe: Well, you're in luck, Penkala...

Eugene Roe: ... we don't got no aid station!

Frank Perconte: [after dropping an unmedicated injured Sisk] Oh Skinny, you got blood all over my trousers.

Wayne 'Skinny' Sisk: [in pain] I'm real sorry, Frank.

Herbert Sobel: Lieutenant, deploy your troops.

Edward 'Babe' Heffron: [a tree has fallen on Babe's foxhole] Hey, Sarge, ya think I overdid it on the cover for my foxhole?

Richard D. Winters: [Cpt. Nixon won't wake up] Let's go. C'mon, you got 10 minutes.

Lewis Nixon: [sleepily] Go away.

Richard D. Winters: C'mon, big guy, let's go.

Lewis Nixon: Ah, leave me alone!

Richard D. Winters: [tossing the contents of a nearby pitcher on Nix' head] Okay...

Lewis Nixon: GOD DAMMIT! Ahhh, that's my own PISS, for Christ's sake!

Lewis Nixon: [regarding the flower on a dead German soldier] That's edelweiss. It grows in the mountains, above the treeline. Which means he climbed up there to get it. Supposed to be the mark of a true soldier.

Harry Welsh: I made up my mind, Nix. I got the points, I'm going back to Kitty.

Lewis Nixon: Harry, do you really think that Kitty hasn't run off with some 4-F by now?

Harry Welsh: [laughing] Son of a bitch, that's not even funny...

Richard D. Winters: Harry, ignore him.