- Richard D. Winters: Flash!
- John D. Hall: Shit!
- Richard D. Winters: I don't think that's the correct reply, trooper. I say flash, you say thunder.
- John D. Hall: Yes, sir. Thunder, sir.
- Lynn D. (Buck) Compton: Any word on Lieutenant Meehan yet, sir?
- Richard D. Winters: No, not yet.
- William J. Guarnere: Don't that make you our commanding officer, sir?
- Richard D. Winters: Yeah, it does.
- Joseph D. Toye: Sir?
- [offers Winters a bottle of whiskey]
- William J. Guarnere: Joe, the Lieutenant don't drink.
- Richard D. Winters: [Takes the bottle] It's been a day of firsts.
- [drinks, then hands bottle to Guarnere]
- Richard D. Winters: Don't you think, Guarnere?
- William J. Guarnere: Yes, sir.
- Richard D. Winters: Carry on.
- [He starts to leave, then turns back to Guarnere]
- Richard D. Winters: Oh, and Sergeant?
- William J. Guarnere: Sir?
- Richard D. Winters: I'm not a Quaker.
- William J. Guarnere: Hiya, Cowboy!
- John D. Hall: Shut your fucking guinea trap, Gonorrhea.
- William J. Guarnere: He's all right, that kid!
- William J. Guarnere: You see him? He just sat there!
- Joseph D. Toye: He didn't have a weapon. What's he gonna do, shout at 'em?
- William J. Guarnere: Shouts at me for killin' Krauts.
- Joseph D. Toye: He just wanted you to wait for his command.
- William J. Guarnere: Joe, he don't even drink!