Call of Duty 3

Dixon:
Today we're on a secret mission to get coffee and doughnuts. Problem is, Jerries drank all the coffee and ate all the doughnuts. So we gotta go kick their asses.

[last lines]

Guzzo:
I'm Guzzo. One rule: You're no good to me dead.

New soldier:
What kind of pep talk is that?

Huxley:
You want inspiration, Private? Read a poem.

Corporal Keith:
Doyle, follow the Frenchie.

Pierre LaRoche:
Don't call me Frenchie.

Corporal Keith:
Whatever you say, Frenchie.

Dixon:
Guzzo, radio Command. The forest is clear.

Guzzo:
The same command who told us the forest was *already* clear?

Dixon:
I'm getting real tired of that mouth of yours, Guzzo! The Sarge may have put up with it, but I won't! You reading me?

Guzzo:
Yeah... I got ya, sarge.

Huxley:
You had that one comin', Guzzo.

Corporal Keith:
[after Ingram and Marcel save Keith and Doyle] Jolly good timing, Major!

Major Gerald Ingram:
[gesturing to Marcel] Thank the quiet one, there. And not just for that save, he also gave us the plans for the Bosch's fuel depot.

Corporal Keith:
Or he's baiting a trap!

Major Gerald Ingram:
LaRoche trusts him.

Corporal Keith:
That makes one of us.

Pierre LaRoche:
Marcel is one of our most trusted men, Corporal.

Corporal Keith:
That's not saying much.

Pierre LaRoche:
You seemed to like us well enough when we saved your lives. Perhaps next time, we won't be as charitable...

Sgt. McMullen:
[to Dixon] Tell... tell Guzzo... tell him... tell him to go to hell! [laughs and then dies]

Guzzo:
[referring to Sarge] The guy sticks a gun right in my face! Isn't that enough to get me a transfer outta this unit?

Dixon:
Thought about writing to your congressman?

Guzzo:
That's really frigging funny.

Sgt. McMullen:
Gear up! We're going to St. Germain. The 90th is short-handed, so we're getting folded into their unit. [to Guzzo] Looks like your transfer request came through.

Corporal Keith:
The only thing the French are good at is surrendering... and kissing.

Dixon:
Okay, listen up. Today, we're on a secret mission to get coffee and donuts. Problem is, the Germans drank all the coffee and ate all the donuts. So now, we gotta go kick their asses.

Guzzo:
Or, we could just stay back at the base, and eat those nice French rolls they got.