Sgt. Vinson:
Collins, that deep enough. Roll him in and cover him up. Let's move!

Pvt. Collins:
You mean without reading the Good Book?

Sgt. Vinson:
If he needs our help to make it upstairs, he's in worse shape than he looks.

Sgt. Vinson:
I need a six-foot hole dug. Any volunteers?

Pvt. McGurney:
Don't look at me, Sergeant. I'm too overcome with grief.

Pvt. Pendelton:
Well, I certainly can't do that!

Pvt. Collins:
All right, I'll be the goat. Half the tobacco?

Pvt. McGurney:
Collins, three feet will be plenty. He was only half a man.