Combat!

Braddock:
Don't just stand there sucking on a prune pit, get these men some water!

Sgt. Chip Saunders:
[a typical "pep talk" to his squad]... All right, just knock it off. YOU KNOCK IT OFF! You people make me sick. Go on, look at yourselves. You call yourselves a squad? You're a bunch of GOOF-UPS! Littlejohn, you cause nothing but trouble! You mind everybody's business except your own. From now on, you mind your OWN business and you FOLLOW ORDERS! Kirby - KIRBY! You're a hot-headed show-off who thinks of himself first and everybody else second. You fly off the handle every time you turn around! Cooling your heels off in some stockade may be exactly what you need, so you'd just better SHAPE UP! Now I've had it. I HAVE HAD IT! This squad's gonna shape up! You've been on the front so long, you're forgetting you're soldiers! I'm sick of...!

Caje:
Are you saying it's my fault he got it?

Littlejohn:
I'm saying you were supposed to be on the right flank and you weren't!

Littlejohn:
[to Caje] You stay away from me, or I'll break you in two!

[to Handley]

Sgt. Saunders:
Lieutenant, you've never heard me give a beef before, but the men have had it!

Sgt. Saunders:
All right, saddle up. We're going out again.

Littlejohn:
You're kidding.

Doc:
How much longer can they go without rest?

Sgt. Saunders:
I don't know, Doc. I guess they're trying to find out.

Caje:
Look, he tripped, I had to shoot!

Littlejohn:
[grimly] There goes my prisoner.

McCall:
He wouldn't have shot that Kraut if he hadn't had to.

Littlejohn:
McCall, mind your own business!

[repeated line]

Sgt. Saunders:
All right, move out.

Sgt. Saunders:
[about Caje and Littlejohn] If they keep this up, they're gonna blow the whole mission.

Caje:
At least it's stopped raining.

Sgt. Saunders:
Around the Krauts, you wish it didn't.

Caje:
Do me a favor, Doc. Skip the sermons.

Caje:
Nice going. Now you've got your Kraut for the night.

Sgt. Saunders:
Caje!... Let's go.

[Saunders order Littlejohn to lead and Caje to take the rear point]

McCall:
We're getting pretty deep, Sarge. Dawn's not far away.

Sgt. Saunders:
There's a farmhouse ahead. Let's go check it out.

McCall:
So you're tired and you need a little sleep. What about the Sarge? How do you think he feels?

Sgt. Saunders:
We'll be able to see once we get past that lump of trees... We'll have to get closer.

Caje:
Sure is quiet. Maybe there's someone there.

Sgt. Saunders:
Maybe. Maybe not.

[the audience sees a German lurking and gesturing into a window; the farmhouse is controlled by the Germans]

Sgt. Saunders:
We'll leapfrog. Me first, and you cover.

Littlejohn:
Doc, get us some better cover.

Doc:
What are you going to do?

Littlejohn:
What do YOU think?

Sgt. Saunders:
I put three transfers out. Nobody wants you. That's what I said: Nobody wants you.

Ann Tinsley:
Your eggs. How would you like them fixed?

Sgt. Saunders:
Oh, uh, on a plate.

[repeated line]

Kline:
That'll probably help me at the court-martial!

Col. Clyde:
What's everyone standin' around for, suckin' on a prune pit?

Pvt. Braddock:
Cigar?

Capt. Gemmerman:
Thank you, but I do not smoke.

Pvt. Braddock:
You sick?