Sergeant Ernie Savage:
Beautiful morning, Sergeant!

Sergeant Major Basil Plumley:
What are you a fucking weatherman now?

Sergeant Major Basil Plumley:
That's a nice day, Sergeant Savage.

Lt. Colonel Hal Moore:
I can hear you laughing you know.

Julie Moore:
I'm not laughing, I'm marveling.

Lt. Colonel Hal Moore:
At what?

Julie Moore:
That you can find stubbornness in your children and think it comes from anywhere but you...

Lt. Colonel Hal Moore:
They attack us; no casualties. They retreat into the mountains and, naturally, we follow them. Smell like an ambush to you?

Lt. Colonel Hal Moore:
I wonder what was going through Custer's mind when he realized that he'd led his men into a slaughter?

Sergeant Major Basil Plumley:
Sir, Custer was a pussy. You ain't.

Lt. Colonel Hal Moore:
I'll never forgive myself.

Joseph Galloway:
For what, sir?

Lt. Colonel Hal Moore:
That my men... that my men died and I didn't.

Joe Galloway:
Sir, I don't know how to tell this story.

Lt. Colonel Hal Moore:
Well you have to, Joe. You tell the American people what happened here. You tell them how my troopers died.

Joe Galloway:
Yes sir.

Sergeant Major Basil Plumley:
Any one of you pussies call me grandpa, I'll kill ya.

Sergeant Major Basil Plumley:
You can't take any pictures from down there, son.

Joseph Galloway:
I'm a non-combatant.

Sergeant Major Basil Plumley:
Ain't no such thing today.

Sergeant Major Basil Plumley:
Can't take no pictures laying down there sonny!

Lt. Colonel Hal Moore:
Where you from, son?

Joseph Galloway:
Refugia, Texas, sir.

Lt. Colonel Hal Moore:
Well, that's the first thing I've heard today that makes any sense.

Sergeant Major Basil Plumley:
You want to know how Custer felt? Why don't you ask him?

Sergeant Major Basil Plumley:
Gentlemen, prepare to defend yourselves!

Cecile Moore:
Daddy, What's a war?

Lt. Colonel Hal Moore:
Well a war is when people hurt other people, and people like daddy try to stop them.

Lt. Colonel Hal Moore:
Our Father in Heaven, before we go into battle, every soldier among us will approach you each in his own way. Our enemies too, according to their own understanding, will ask for protection and for victory. And so, we bow before your infinite wisdom. We offer our prayers as best we can. I pray you watch over the young Jack Geoghegan. That I lead into battle. You use me as your instrument in this awful hell of war to watch over them. Especially if they're men like this one beside me, deserving of a future in your blessing and goodwill. Amen.

2nd Lieutenant Jack Geoghegan:
Amen.

Lt. Colonel Hal Moore:
Oh, yes, and one more thing, dear Lord, about our enemies, ignore their heathen prayers and help us blow those little bastards straight to Hell. Amen.

Lt. Colonel Hal Moore:
I will leave no one behind. Dead, or alive, we will all come home together.

Colonel Tim Brown:
Colonel, what's the situation down there?

Lt. Colonel Hal Moore:
It's getting pretty sporty down here, sir!

Specialist Galen Bungum:
I can't see a thing, but I can smell them.

Sergeant Ernie Savage:
Dead bodies smell, Bungum.

Specialist Galen Bungum:
No it's not the dead ones! I can smell them creeping up on us.

Sergeant Major Basil Plumley:
If any of you sons of bitches calls me grandpa, I'll kill you.

2nd Lieutenant Jack Geoghegan:
Our guys are being killed, sir, you gotta get us in there!

Lt. Colonel Hal Moore:
He died keeping my promise.

Crandall:
My men call me Snakeshit, sir.

Lt. Colonel Hal Moore:
Why do they call you that?

Crandall:
Because I fly "lower than snakeshit," sir.

Lt. Colonel Hal Moore:
Nothing's wrong except there's nothing wrong!

Lt. Colonel Hal Moore:
Broken Arrow!

Lt. Colonel Hal Moore:
Pass this along; tell your men to fire three shots at anything that looks suspicious, on my order.

Lt. Colonel Hal Moore:
So what do you think of these new M-16's?

Sergeant Major Basil Plumley:
Too much goddamn plastic in it.

Lt. Colonel Hal Moore:
Not gonna use it, then?

Sergeant Major Basil Plumley:
I'm afraid that when we get in there, there'll be plenty on the ground.

Lt. Colonel Hal Moore:
Yeah.

Maj. General Henry Kinnard:
The White House anticipates a buildup and wants a victory over cavemen in black pajamas.

General in Hallway:
We wouldn't be there if they hadn't already beaten the French Army.

Maj. General Henry Kinnard:
French Army? What's that?

Lt. Colonel Hal Moore:
I got a problem, Snake Shit, and I think you're the solution.

Maj. Bruce Crandall:
I've been called a lot of things, Colonel, never a solution.

Lt. Colonel Hal Moore:
You know what Air Cavalry really means? You fly into hostile territory, outnumbered, 10,000 miles from home. Sometimes the battleground is no bigger than a football field, and if the choppers stop coming, we all get slaughtered. Now, I figure chopper pilots won't fly into Hell for strangers, so, I'm Hal Moore.

Sgt. Ernie Savage:
Good morning, Sergeant Major.

Lt. Colonel Hal Moore:
You got a death wish, Galloway?

Joe Galloway:
No, sir.

Lt. Colonel Hal Moore:
Then why are you here?

Joe Galloway:
Cause I knew these dead boys would be here, sir.

Diplomatic Spook:
I don't like it. First time out a whole battalion gets massacred?

Army Intelligence Officer:
You think this is a massacre?

Diplomatic Spook:
I call losing a lot of draftees a bad week. Losing a Colonel's a massacre.