Lt. Colonel Hal Moore: To follow your instincts and to inspire your men, by your example, you have to be with 'em. Where the metal meets the meat.
Feather Woman: Excuse me, have you seen my husband, Izaak Szerman? A tall, a tall handsome man, with a little grey beard. No? Oh, excuse me. Goodbye, sleep well. But if you see him, write to me, yes? Izaak Szerman.
Joe Enders: Stay on my ass.
Flying Snow: How swift thy sword.
Abou Fatma: I found you half dead crossing the desert alone and you say you are afraid?
Col. Werner Visser: Strange thing about war wounds - the older you get, the less proud of them you become.
Max Rothman: Try not to be one of those people who finds a slight in any compliment.
Ingrid Formanek: Say this - "La tapar, ana Sahaffi."
Robert Wiener: La tapar, ana Sahaffi.
Ingrid Formanek: Pretty good.
Robert Wiener: What does it mean?
Ingrid Formanek: "Don't shoot, I'm a journalist."
Hinh: Sooner or later, Mr. Fowler, one has to take sides, if one is to remain human.
Sgt. David Tate: Don't call me 'sir', all right? I'm a sergeant, I work for a living.