Mark Williams: [Aghast and outraged at the atrocities] Hey, I've been a newspaperman for thirty years. I thought I'd seen or read about everything that one man can do to another from the torture chambers of the Middle Ages to the gang wars and lynchings of the day. But this... this is different! This was done in cold blood... by people who... who claim to be civilized. Civilzed? They're degenerate immoral idiots! Stinkin' little savages! Wipe 'em out, I say! Wipe 'em out! Wipe 'em off the face of the Earth! Wipe 'em off the face of the earth!
[Walking offscreen]
Mark Williams: The bastards! God!

Mark Williams: What if my parachute doesn't open?
Capt. Nelson: Then you'll be the first one on the ground.

Mark Williams: Why didn't you join the Navy?
Capt. Nelson: I can walk better than I can swim, brother.

Mark Williams: Your folks are gonna get quite a kick out of reading about you.
Lt. Sid Jacobs: [Taken aback] You mean all that stuff will be in the Schenectady paper?
Mark Williams: Sure. You don't mind, do you?
Lt. Sid Jacobs: Well, heck, no! What do you know, it's a small world, isn't it?
Mark Williams: Yeah, and it's getting smaller. If only more folks back home would realize that Crane Street, Schenectady runs all the way to Burma, this would be the last war.
Lt. Sid Jacobs: Amen.

Pvt. Nebraska Hooper: It's sure peaceful so far.
Cpl. Gabby Gordon: That's the way I like it... peaceful. I already said when I starved to death, I want it to be peaceful.

Pvt. Nebraska Hooper: What are you thinkin' about, Gabby?
Cpl. Gabby Gordon: [Chuckling] I wonder what happened to those two Zulus I had a date with last week.

Col. J. Carter: [Pessimistically looking at aerial reconnaisance photos] Supply bundles lying where they were dropped. Three dead men to play host to every fly in Burma.

Cpl. Gabby Gordon: [about Nelson to the other men] C'm'on! I'll follow him down the barrel of a cannon!

Capt. Nelson: [Commenting on a sleeping soldier] That guy could go to sleep on a clothesline.

Capt. Nelson: [Looking at disfigured corpses of comrades] That's Harris... isn't it? But who are the others?
SSgt. Treacy: [Visibly shaken] I don't know. How do I know who they are? If they were my brothers, I still wouldn't know.
Capt. Nelson: Take it easy... they can't feel anything... now.