Richard Winters: How'd it go? The drop?
Cpt. Nixon: We took a direct hit over the drop zone. I got out, two others got out.
Richard Winters: And the rest of the boys?
Cpt. Nixon: Oh, they blew up in Germany somewhere... Boom.
[on a boat headed for Europe]
Warren Muck: Right now, some lucky bastard's headed for the Pacific, get put on some tropical island, surrounded by six naked native girls, helping him cut up coconuts so he can hand feed them to the flamingos.
Joe Domingus: Flamingos are mean. They bite.
Wayne Sisk: So do the naked native girls.
Frank Perconte: With any luck.
Cpt. Nixon: Who are you?
2nd Lt. Henry Jones: 2nd Lt. Henry Jones, sir.
Cpt. Nixon: Right, our West Pointer. When'd you graduate?
2nd Lt. Henry Jones: June 6th, sir.
Cpt. Nixon: Of last year?
2nd Lt. Henry Jones: Yes, D-Day, sir.
Cpt.
Nixon: [laughs] Don't get hurt.
Alex Penkala: [Penkala has been hit during an artillery barrage] MEDIC!
Sgt. Denver 'Bull' Randleman: Hang on, Penk, the doc's comin'!
Alex Penkala: DOC!
Cpl. Eugene Roe: [Roe rolls into Randleman and Penkala's foxhole] Penkala!
Alex Penkala: Doc!
[Penkala is clutching his arm in
agony]
Alex Penkala: Ah! It's the artery, I can feel it!
Cpl. Eugene Roe: Penkala, let go!
Alex Penkala: It's the goddamn artery!
Cpl. Eugene Roe: Penkala, loosen your fingers, God damn it, loosen 'em now!
Alex Penkala: I'm gonna bleed to death!
Sgt. Denver 'Bull'
Randleman: Relax your arm, Penk! Come on!
Cpl. Eugene Roe: [Roe examines Penkala's wound] It's not the artery.
Alex Penkala: I ain't goin' back, Doc.
Cpl. Eugene Roe: What?
Alex Penkala: I ain't goin' nowhere, not in this shit!
Cpl. 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!
Cpl. Eugene Roe: Well, you're in luck, Penkala...
[a shell bursts near them]
Cpl. Eugene Roe: ... we don't got no aid station!
Toye: How do I feel about being rescued by Patton? Well I'd feel pretty peachy, except for one thing. We didn't need to be fuckin' rescued by Patton! Got that?
Richard Winters: Joe...
[to the camera man]
Richard Winters: Excuse us for a minute.
Toye: Sorry, Sir.
Richard Winters:
Sorry about what? Patton? I couldn't agree more. What are you doing here?
Toye: I wanna head back to the line, Sir.
Richard Winters: Joe, you don't have to do that. Get yourself back to the aid station, heal up.
Toye: I really like to head back with the fellas, Sir.
Richard Winters: All right, then go.
Guarnere: Hey, Joe. Good to see you, pal.
Toye: You too.
Guarnere: What the hell are you doing back here?
Toye: I had to make sure you were on top of things.
Guarnere: Yeah, we're on top of things. I even tied me own boots last week, all by meself. Hey fellas, look who I found!
Warren Muck: Hey, Joe Toye, back for more!
Liebgott: [on a convoy to Bavaria] It's gonna be good times, Web... When we get home I mean... First thing I'm gonna do is get my job back at the cab company in Frisco. Make a killing of all those fucking sailors coming home, you know? Then I'm gonna find me a nice Jewish girl, with great big soft titties and a smile to die for. Marry her. Then I'm gonna buy a house... A big
house, with lots of bedrooms for all the little Liebgotts we're gonna be making.
'Buck' Compton: [Compton is looking at a picture of himself and his girlfriend on Christmas Eve 1944] Bill.
[he nudges Guarnere and shows him the photo]
'Buck' Compton: Picture of my girl.
Bill Guarnere: Good-lookin' broad, Buck.
'Buck' Compton: She's, uh...
[he hands the photo to Guarnere and
looks away]
'Buck' Compton: ... she's finished with me.
Bill Guarnere: [sympathetically] Really?
'Buck' Compton: Yeah. Yeah, it's uh...
[he looks at Guarnere, then at the photo, then back at Guarnere, and laughs desparately]
Bill Guarnere: Just in time for Christmas, huh?
'Buck'
Compton: [Compton's laughter trails away into silence and he gets a despondent look on his face] Just in time for Christmas.
Frank Perconte: Now just think... if you had any class or style like me, somebody might've mistaken you for somebody.
Sgt. Martin: Oh, like your fuckin' Sergeant?
Sgt. Martin: [shows Perconte the Sergeant insignia on his arm]
Frank Perconte: [says in a meek fashion] I'm just kiddin'.
Ronald Spiers: What?
SSgt. 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 Spiers: Well, I guess you've earned your
right to demote yourself.
SSgt. Floyd 'Tab' Talbert: Thank you, sir.
Ronald Spiers: You wanna take over Sergeant Grant's platoon?
SSgt. Floyd 'Tab' Talbert: That would do fine, sir.
Ronald Spiers: Alright then, report to Lieutenant Peacock. Let me know if he gives you any trouble.
SSgt.
Floyd 'Tab' Talbert: Oh, sir? You make your decision yet?
Ronald Spiers: Yeah, I did.
Richard Winters: Happy VE Day.
Pvt. Patrick O'Keefe: VE Day?
Cpt. Nixon: Victory... in Europe.