- Lt. George C. Rice: Panzer division's about to cut the road south. Looks like you guys're gonna be surrounded.
- Richard D. Winters: We're paratroopers, Lieutenant. We're supposed to be surrounded.
- Richard D. Winters: Oh, if uh... they do run into any trouble, will you let me know?
- Cpt. Nixon: Yeah. You run into any bacon sandwich, do the same, all right?
- Donald Malarkey: Hey, Skip! Where ya been? I've been lookin' all over for you!
- Warren Muck: Well, Don, I was at home in Tonawanda, but then Hitler started this whole thing, so now I'm here.
- Cpt. Nixon: Finish your novel yet? That's a lot of homework.
- 1st Lt. Frederick T. 'Moose' Heyliger: And I thought executive officer was supposed to be a fun job.
- Cpt. Nixon: Who are you?
- John S. Zielinski Jr.: Zielinski, Sir.
- Cpt. Nixon: Who is he?
- Richard D. Winters: Zielinski's my orderly.
- 1st Lt. Frederick T. 'Moose' Heyliger: Well, rank does have its privileges.
- Cpt. Nixon: Orderly, huh? I suppose you do stuff like get coffee.
- John S. Zielinski Jr.: Can do, Sir.
- Cpt. Nixon: Black, no sugar... and a bacon sandwich.
- [to Heyliger]
- Cpt. Nixon: What, you want something?
- 1st Lt. Frederick T. 'Moose' Heyliger: Bacon sandwich!
- Pvt. David Kenyon Webster: Heraus! Hande hoch! Schnell! Schnell!
- SS Panzer Grenadier: Bitte, nicht schiessen... Polish!
- John W. Martin: What's he saying?
- Pvt. David Kenyon Webster: He's telling me that they're Polish.
- John W. Martin: There ain't no Poles on the goddamned SS!
- Richard D. Winters: [Cpt. Nixon won't wake up] Let's go. C'mon, you got 10 minutes.
- Cpt. Nixon: [sleepily] Go away.
- Richard D. Winters: C'mon, big guy, let's go.
- Cpt. Nixon: Ah, leave me alone!
- Richard D. Winters: [tossing the contents of a nearby pitcher on Nix' head] Okay...
- Cpt. Nixon: GOD DAMMIT! Ahhh, that's my own PISS, for Christ's sake!
- Eugene G. Roe: [Harry drives up in a Jeep holding Moose, Heyliger, who's just been shot by an over-anxious replacement sentry] I got him, Harry. You give him morphine?
- Harry F. Welsh: Yeah.
- Eugene G. Roe: How much?
- Harry F. Welsh: Uh, I can't remember... 2, 3 syrettes maybe?
- Eugene G. Roe: [Disbelieving] 2 or 3 syrettes MAYBE?
- Harry F. Welsh: Yeah
- Eugene G. Roe: [Furiously] Jesus Christ, are you *trying* to kill him?
- Harry F. Welsh: I think it was 2.
- Eugene G. Roe: You don't think it might be important to let me know how much medication the man has had, huh? And I do not see ONE syrette on the man's jacket!
- Richard D. Winters: Sorry, Doc.
- Eugene G. Roe: It was a good thing he's a big man. Maybe he has a chance.
- Harry F. Welsh: He was in a lot of pain, Doc, we didn't know what to do.
- Eugene G. Roe: [Still utterly furious at his superiors for their near-fatal error] Yeah well you oughta! You know you are officers, you are grown-ups, you oughta know!
- [He climbs into the back of the ambulance]
- Eugene G. Roe: Alright let's go. Come on, MOVE IT!
- [Winters slams the doors behind him and pats the window to give the all clear, leaving behind a bloody hand print on the glass]