- Boyce: Three months ago, I was cutting grass on my front yard. The mailman shows up with a letter from the army. Now I'm here, and no idea where I'm going to end up.
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- Ford: [holding Wafner's gold lighter after using it to ignite some explosives] I think I'm now done with this
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- Rensin: [alternative final lines] Any of you Krauts got a cigarette? You got to be shitting me. None of you?