Sergeant Zack:
Dead man's nothin' but a corpse. No one cares what he is now.

Pvt. Bronte:
They all look alike to me.

Sgt. Zack:
Don't you know how to tell the difference, Fat Paul?

Pvt. Bronte:
No.

Sgt. Zack:
He's South Korean when he's running with you. He's North Korean when he's running AFTER you.

Lt. Driscoll:
Well, Sergeant, I told you it was a waste of time.

Sgt. Zack:
If I was right all the time I'd be an officer, Lieutenant.

The Red:
I just don't understand you. You can't eat with them unless there's a war. Even then, it's difficult. Isn't that so?

Cpl. Thompson:
That's right.

The Red:
You pay for a ticket, but you even have to sit in the back of a public bus. Isn't that so?

Cpl. Thompson:
That's right. A hundred years ago, I couldn't even ride a bus. At least now I can sit in the back. Maybe in fifty years, sit in the middle. Someday even up front. There's some things you just can't rush.

Sgt. Tanaka:
When I get out of this, I'm gonna join the Air Force. No more beetle-crushing for me!

Sgt. Zack:
Aw, be smart. There's nothing like the infantry. If you're in a plane and get hit, what happens? You still gotta fall. There's two strikes against you. If you're on a ship and get hit, you can drown. In a tank, you can fry like an egg. But in the infantry, you get hit and that's it. One or the other, you're dead or alive. But you're on the ground. Get wise, there's nothing like the infantry.

Sgt. Tanaka:
Is he kidding?