Lt. Moore:
What about those three men who were supposed to go up to Le Mans to get the Croix de Guerre?

Captain Flagg:
Oh, yeah. Yes, yes. All right, get 'em out of the guardhouse and have 'em take a bath and send 'em over with an MP escort.

Captain Flagg:
Quirt loves the bottle, and when he's drunk he is the lousiest, filthiest tramp that ever wore a uniform. He's even worse than I am, and you know I don't allow anybody to get as bad as that.

Captain Flagg:
It's a lousy war, kid...but it's the only one we've got.