Harry Guardino credited as playing...
Sgt. Jim Larkin
- Pfc. James E. Driscoll: But Sergeant, you don't understand. I was sent to clerk-typist school. That's all I've ever done in the army was type!
- Sgt. Jim Larkin: Man, we're gonna give you on the job training.
- Pvt. Dave Corby: What's up, Sergeant?
- Sgt. Jim Larkin: Take this man over to that foxhole next to Reese and teach him how to shoot.
- Pvt. Dave Corby: [Larkin hands him Driscoll's brand new rifle] With this here? It might get dirty.
- Sgt. Jim Larkin: [after PVT Driscoll crashes his jeep near the front lines, only to have it commandeered by the platoon sergeant, SFC Pike. Without a ride back to the relative safety of Division Headquarters, Driscoll is instantly transformed into a frontline combat troop - albeit untrained] Don't worry about Major Winston. He'll be mighty happy and proud when he hears you've volunteered for combat duty.
- Pfc. James E. Driscoll: But sergeant, you don't understand! I was sent to clerk-typist school. That's all I've ever done in the Army... was learn to type.
- Sgt. Jim Larkin: Man, we're gonna give you on-the-job training.
- Sgt. Jim Larkin: Hey, Corby, what's the matter with you? Can't you forget about that loot? You're in a church.
- Pvt. Dave Corby: This ain't a church no more, Sergeant. And besides, even if it was, so what?
- Sgt. Jim Larkin: Well it used to be, J.J. You oughtta have respect for things that used to be.
- Pvt. Dave Corby: What are you buckin' for chaplain or something? I got respect, Sergeant. Plenty. But its not for somebody I can't see.
- Sgt. Jim Larkin: [after the squad is fired on by a German machine gun] You guys are covered here, but walk carefully beyond this point.
- Pvt. Dave Corby: Walk? Are you out of your mind? I'm gonna dig a subway.
- Sgt. Jim Larkin: [checking on Driscoll's training] How we doing?
- Pvt. Dave Corby: Oh, splendid, Sergeant. He still can't hit anything, but he loads like a genius.