- [Blithe gets out of his foxhole to investigate a noise. He hears a click and fumbles around trying to find his own clicker]
- Capt. Ronald Speirs: [offscreen] Flash?
- Pvt. Albert Blithe: Thunder... thunder!
- [Speirs emerges from the woods]
- Pvt. Albert Blithe: Lieutenant Speirs, sir.
- Capt. Ronald Speirs: Where you goin', Private?
- Pvt. Albert Blithe: Just... check out the noise, sir.
- Capt. Ronald Speirs: I just came from there, everything's under control.
- Pvt. Albert Blithe: Yes, sir.
- [they walk back to Blithe's foxhole]
- Capt. Ronald Speirs: Got some nervous privates in your company.
- Pvt. Albert Blithe: We do, sir. W-we do, I can vouch for that.
- Capt. Ronald Speirs: They just don't see how simple it is.
- Pvt. Albert Blithe: Simple what is, sir?
- Capt. Ronald Speirs: Just do what you have to do.
- Pvt. Albert Blithe: Like you did on D-Day, sir?
- [Speirs turns to go, but Blithe stops him]
- Pvt. Albert Blithe: Lieutenant... sir, when I landed on D-Day, I found myself in a ditch all by myself. I fell asleep. I think it was, it was... airsickness pills they gave us. When I woke up, I didn't really... try to find my unit... to fight. I just... I just kinda stayed put.
- [Speirs silently regards him for a moment]
- Capt. Ronald Speirs: What's your name, trooper?
- Pvt. Albert Blithe: I'm Blithe, sir. Albert Blithe.
- Capt. Ronald Speirs: You know why you hid in that ditch, Blithe?
- Pvt. Albert Blithe: [quietly] I was scared.
- Capt. Ronald Speirs: We're all scared. You hid in that ditch because you think there's still hope. But Blithe, the only hope you have is to accept the fact that you're already dead. And the sooner you accept that, the sooner you'll be able to function as a soldier's supposed to function. Without mercy, without compassion, without remorse. All war depends upon it.
- Mrs. Lamb: Oh... um... Private? Lieutenant Meehan' one of yours, isn't he ? I hope he hasn't forgotten his laundry.
- Donald Malarkey: I'll take it.
- Mrs. Lamb: You... um... you couldn't be a dear and help me with a few others, could you? Ah... let's see... Sergeant Evans... Private Moya... Blowzer... Gray... Miller... Owen... Collins... Elliot... Blithe.
- Nixon: Harry... what exactly are you doing with your reserve chute? You've been hauling that thing around ever since we jumped.
- Harry Welsh: Gonna send it back to Kitty when we get back to England. Silk. Figure it'll make a good wedding dress, you know. What with the rationing and all.
- Nixon: [Chuckling] Jeez, Harry, I never would have guessed.
- Harry Welsh: What? That I'm so sentimental?
- Nixon: No, that you think we're gonna make it back to England.
- Harry Welsh: I want light and noise discipline from now on. That means no talking, no smoking, and no playing grab-fanny with the man in front of you, Luz.
- Maj. Richard D. Winters: Hey, Harry.
- Harry Welsh: How's the leg?
- Maj. Richard D. Winters: Stiff. Sore. They want me to take it easy for a few days.
- Harry Welsh: Yeah, you should.
- Maj. Richard D. Winters: Talked to Colonel Sink. He said he appreciated Easy holding the line.
- Harry Welsh: Hmmm.
- Maj. Richard D. Winters: Said General Taylor was pleased.
- Harry Welsh: Well, that's why I came to France. To please General Taylor.
- Maj. Richard D. Winters: [sighs] Yeah.
- Sgt. George Luz: [during the attack on Carentan] God damn it!
- Harry Welsh: Where the fuck is everybody? Where'd everybody go?
- Sgt. George Luz: I have no idea!
- SSgt. John Martin: Flash.
- Harry Welsh: Thunder.
- [referring to Germans singing across the field]
- Harry Welsh: Catchy tune, ain't it?
- SSgt. John Martin: Hey, Lieutenant. What's the news?
- Harry Welsh: Oh, the same as it was this afternoon. They're in their hedgerow. We're in ours.
- SSgt. John Martin: Spell me a minute sir.
- Harry Welsh: You gonna let Blithe get some sack time?
- SSgt. John Martin: My back teeth are floating.
- Harry Welsh: Get back here ASAP, Martin.
- SSgt. John Martin: You can count on me, sir.
- Harry Welsh: How you doing, Blithe?
- Pvt. Albert Blithe: I'm okay, sir.
- Harry Welsh: What happened at the aid station today?
- Pvt. Albert Blithe: Doc Roe, he called it hysterical blindness.
- [Welsh offers blithe a drink from his canteen]
- Pvt. Albert Blithe: No thank you, sir.
- Harry Welsh: You know what they said in basic. Dehydration's a soldier's worst enemy.
- [Blithe drinks]
- Harry Welsh: It's a game, Blithe. That's all. We're just moving the ball forward one yard at a time. Nothing but a game.
- Pvt. Albert Blithe: What is, sir?
- Harry Welsh: This. The whole thing.
- [offers Blithe another drink]
- Pvt. Albert Blithe: No, thank you, sir.
- Harry Welsh: Just a game.
- Alton M. More: [as Smokey sets up his machine gun for another round, two loud whistles sound as ordinance hits the German lines, sending soldiers flying] Jesus, what was that?
- [They both look to their side to see a row of Sherman tanks heading in their direction]
- Alton M. More: SHERMANS!
- [They both start laughing]
- Nixon: [Looking through binoculars] Well hello, 2nd Armored.
- Frank J. Perconte: [Looks in the direction of the gunfire and starts cheering with Luz as the Germans begin running away] That's right you sorry asses, run!
- Harry Welsh: Oh you beautiful babies you!
- Maj. Richard D. Winters: Let's go, pour in on them! Let them have it, come on!
- Walter S. (Smokey) Gordon Jr.: [He cocks his machine gun, an animalistic look on his face] YEAH!
- Warren H. (Skip) Muck: Check it out, Shermans!
- Donald Malarkey: About damn time.
- Harry Welsh: [as the battle rages around him, he hears a noise and looks through his binoculars to find several tanks headed their way] Where the Hell did they come from?
- [One tank fires off a shell and sends the members of Dog and Fox companies scattering]
- Harry Welsh: Holy shit, there goes our left flank!
- Nixon: [Watching the battle through binoculars from a distance] Sir, Dog and Fox are pulling back.
- Maj. Robert L. Strayer: What?
- [He turns and looks his binoculars to see the two companies retreating as tank shells burst around them]
- Maj. Robert L. Strayer: Who gave that order, god damnit?