Guarnere: Jesus Christ, we gotta do all this with a C.O. who has his head so far up his fuckin' ass, that lump in his throat is his goddamn nose.
2nd Lt. Thomas Peacock: Holy shit.
SSgt. Floyd 'Tab' Talbert: It's a whole other company.
Sgt. Martin: No shit.
Cpt. Nixon: Hitler's dead.
Liebgott: Holy shit.
Cpt. Nixon: Shot himself in Berlin.
Sgt. Denver 'Bull' Randleman: Is the war over, sir?
Cpt. Nixon: No. We have orders to Berchtesgaden. We move out in one hour.
Pvt. David Kenyon Webster: Why? The man's not home. He should have killed himself three years ago. Saved us a lot of trouble.
Cpt. Nixon: Yeah, he should have. But he didn't.
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.
Richard Winters: That night, I thanked God for seeing me through that day of days and prayed I would make it through D plus 1. I also promised that if some way I could get home again, I would find a nice peaceful town and spend the rest of my life in peace.
Bill Guarnere: My brother's in North Africa. He says it's hot.
Donald Malarkey: Really? It's hot in Africa?
Bill Guarnere: Shut up.
Bill Guarnere: Once we get into combat, they only people you can trust is yourself and the fella next to you.
Joe Toye: Hey, as long as he's a paratrooper.
Bill Guarnere: I don't know whether to slap you, kiss you, or salute you. I told these scallywags you was okay.
Sgt. Denver 'Bull' Randleman: And they didn't listen?
Bill Guarnere: Naw, these salty bastards, they wanted to go on a suicide run to drag your ass back.
Sgt. Denver 'Bull' Randleman: Is that right?
Bill Guarnere: Yeah, I told 'em don't bother.
Sgt. Denver 'Bull' Randleman: Never did like this company none.
Frank Perconte: Hey this guy says he's not a Nazi. All of Germany and I haven't met one Nazi yet.
Richard Winters: Happy VE Day.
Pvt. Patrick O'Keefe: VE Day?
Cpt. Nixon: Victory... in Europe.
Cpl. Donald Hoobler: Down he goes, right out of his saddle like a sack of potatoes. Outstanding accuracy on my part if I do say so myself.
Lipton: But you do.
Cpl. Donald Hoobler: Which I do. Hell, Shifty, I think maybe I could've even given you a run for your money.
SSgt. Darrel 'Shifty' Powers: No, No, I'm not a good shot. Now Dad, he was an excellent shot - excellent, I declare. He could shoot the wings off a fly.
Ronald Spiers: The only hope you have is to accept the fact that you're already dead. The sooner you accept that, the sooner you'll be able to function as a soldier is supposed to function: without mercy, without compassion, without remorse. All war depends upon it.
Richard Winters: Harry, fire's not a good idea.
Harry Welsh: Just a couple of minutes. We're in a dell.
Richard Winters: A dell? Like where fairies and gnomes live?
Cpt. Nixon: I swear I thought I could smell a fire... I DID smell a fire. Are you out of your mind?
Richard Winters: Well, we're in a dell.
Cpt. Nixon: Huh?
David Webster: "They got me." You believe that? You believe I said that?
Cpt. Nixon: Sobel's a genius. I had a headmaster in prep school who was just like him. I know the type.
Richard Winters: Lew, Michaelangelo's a genius. Beethoven's a genius.
Cpt. Nixon: You know a man in this company who wouldn't double-time Currahee with a full pack, just to piss in that man's morning coffee?
Richard Winters: Captain Sobel, we salute the rank, not the man.
Bill Guarnere: I like Winters, he's a good man. When the bullets start flying, I don't know if I want a Quaker doing my fighting for me.
Richard Winters: We're not lost, Private... we're in Normandy.
Herbert Sobel: What is this? Anybody?
Cpt. Nixon: Er... it's a can of peaches, Sir.
Herbert Sobel: Lieutenant Nixon thinks this is a can of peaches. That is incorrect, Lieutenant. Your weekend pass is cancelled. This is United States Army property which was taken without authorization from my mess facility. And I will not tolerate thievery in my unit. Whose footlocker is this?
Richard Winters: Private Park's, Sir.
Herbert Sobel: Get rid of him.
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.