- Dixon: Okay, listen up. Today we are on a secret mission to get coffee and doughnuts. Problem is, the Germans drank all the coffee and ate all the doughnuts. So now, we gotta go kick their asses.
- Corporal Keith: Doyle, follow the Frenchie.
- Pierre LaRoche: Don't call me Frenchie.
- Corporal Keith: Whatever you say, Frenchie.
- Sgt. McCullin: I'm McCullin. Two rules. Rule one: you're no good to me dead. Rule two... ah, what difference does it make? You'll all probably end up dead anyway.
- Pvt. Huxley: Well, that was sure inspiring.
- Cpl. Dixon: You want inspiration, Huxley? Read a poem.
- Sgt. McCullin: [to Dixon] Tell... tell Guzzo... tell him... tell him to go to hell!
- [laughs and then dies]
- 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...
- 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. McCullin: Gear up! We're going to St. Germain. The 90th is short-handed, so we're getting folded into their unit.
- [to Guzzo]
- Sgt. McCullin: Looks like your transfer request came through.
- Dixon: [Dying of a gun wound after carrying Guzzo to safety] McCullin... McCullin...
- Guzzo: Ah, forget him, Dix!
- Dixon: McCullin told me to tell you...
- Guzzo: You're not dying like him!
- Dixon: He... He told me to tell you should... you should go to hell...
- Guzzo: Stay with me...! Dix. Come on, buddy.
- Dixon: But you're okay, Guzzo. You're okay.
- [chuckles, then dies]
- Lt. Jean-Guy Robiechauld: [Cole has wired the charge to blow the oil pump but it strangely isn't going off] What's wrong?
- Sgt. Jonathan Callard: The fuse must be defective; Wait here...!
- Lt. Jean-Guy Robiechauld: Sergeant , no, wait!
- Sgt. Jonathan Callard: If the fuse is defective, then charges are defective... and we're all dead!
- Lt. Jean-Guy Robiechauld: JONATHAN! Jesus...
- Lt. Jean-Guy Robiechauld: [Callard sets the charge off himself killing himself in the blast while Robiechauld and Cole barely get out alive]