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Winters: Oh, and Guarnere?
Guarnere: Yes sir?
Winters: I'm not a Quaker.
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Hall: What's that guy's problem?
Malarky: Gonorrhoea?
Hall: Really?
Malarky: His name, dummy! Guarnere, gonorrhea, get it?
Hall: So besides having a shitty name, what's his problem?
Guarnere: None of your fucking business, cowboy!
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Guarnere: Let the Krauts cook their own goddamn food. How are we doing, Malarke?
Malarkey: We're doing good.
Buck: Yeah? What the hell do you know about cooking; you're Irish.
Malarkey: Sir, if you have a reservation some place else, I'd be happy to go with you.
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Winter: Flash!
Hall: Shit!
Winter: I don't think that's the correct reply, trooper. I say "flash", you say "thunder".
Hall: Yes, sir. Thunder, sir.
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Nixon: He was a good man.
Winters: "Man"? He wasn't even old enough to buy a beer.
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(Winters struggles with a can of food; Nixon has to open it for him)
Nixon: Don't ever get a cat.
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Richard Winters: That night, I thanked God for seeing me through that day of days and prayed I would make it through D plus 1. I also promised that if some way I could get home again, I would find a nice peaceful town and spend the rest of my life in peace.
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Winters: All right, follow me. (They start going one way only to be met with gunfire) To hell with that!
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Richard Winters: We're not lost, Private, we're in Normandy.