Captain Miller: This Ryan better be worth it. He'd better go home and cure some disease or invent a longer-lasting lightbulb or something. 'Cause the truth is, I wouldn't trade 10 Ryans for one Vecchio or one Caparzo.
Sergeant Horvath: Amen.
[talking about Capt. Miller]
Corporal Upham: Reiben, so you even know where he went to school?
Private Reiben: Cap'n didn't go to school, they assembled him at OSC outta spare body parts of dead GIs.
Private Caparzo: You gotta pay attention to detail, I know exactly where he's from and I know exactly what he did 'cuz I pay
attention to detail.
Private Jackson: Hey, Upham, careful you don't step in the bullshit!
Upham: So where are you from, Captain? What'd you do before the war?
Captain Miller: What's the pool up to?
Upham: [chuckles] Uh... up over three hundred, sir.
Captain Miller: Well, when it gets up to five hundred, I'll give you the answers and we'll split the money. How about that?
Upham: Well, if that's the way you feel sir, then I feel it's my duty and your command to suggest that we wait until it gets up to a thousand, sir.
Captain Miller: [pause] What if we don't live that long?
Upham: [makes a show of considering] Five hundred?
Captain Miller: Five hundred would be good, yeah. Get
some sleep Corporal.
Upham: Yes, sir.
Sergeant Horvath: What are your orders?
Captain Miller: Sergeant, we have crossed some strange boundary here. The world has taken a turn for the surreal.
Sergeant Horvath: Clearly, but the question still stands.
Captain Miller: I don't know. What do you think?
Sergeant Horvath: I don't
think you want to know what I think.
Captain Miller: No, Mike, I do.
Sergeant Horvath: Well, part of me thinks the kid's right. What has he done to deserve this? He wants to stay here, fine, let's leave him and go home.
Captain Miller: Yeah.
Sergeant Horvath: But another part of me thinks what if, by
some miracle, we stay, and actually make it out of here. Someday we might look back on this and decide that saving Private Ryan was one decent thing we were able to pull out of this whole godawful shitty mess. That's what I was thinking, sir. Like you said, Captain, we do that, then we all earn the right to go back home.
Captain Miller: Oh, brother!
Corporal Upham: Caparzo, is it?
Private Caparzo: Hey Corporal, drop dead!
Corporal Upham: Got you.
Private Caparzo: And another thing, every time you salute the Captain, you make him a target for the Germans. Do us a favor. Don't do it. Especially when I'm standing next to him, capisci?
Corporal
Upham: Uh, capisci.
Captain Miller: [on Omaha Beach] Bangalores up the line! Bagalores up the line!
Sergeant Horvath: Heads up, bangers comin' your way.
Private Caparzo: [a soldier's helmet is struck by a bullet and he then takes it off] Jesus, lucky bastard.
[the other soldier is then shot in the head and falls dead]
Corporal Upham: [Wade lying down, shivering with pain and anguish, after being shot through the stomach] Tell us what to do... tell us how to fix you.
Captain Miller: What can we do Wade? Tell us what to do.
Medic Wade: [Wade still shivering] I could use some... I could use a little Morphine.
Captain Miller:
[Capt. Miller to Sergeant Horvath] Okay... Give it to him... Give it him!
Captain Miller: Get your gear. Let's go.
[Reiben stays put]
Sergeant Horvath: You heard him, gear up. Your captain just gave you an order.
Private Reiben: Yeah, like the one he gave to take this machine gun. That was a real doosey, wasn't it?
[walks over to Miller]
Sergeant Horvath: Soldier, you
are way out of line!
Private Reiben: Yes sir, that was one hell of a call coming to take this nest, but hell, we only lost one of our guys going for it. That's right, I hope Mama Ryan's real fuck'n happy knowing that Little Jimmy's life is a little bit more important than two of our guys! But then again we haven't found him yet have we? Have we?