Capt. Tom Reynolds: [admiring the Himalayan landscape] Just like Indianapolis, only this goes up and down.

Capt. Tom Reynolds: [Being called in front of his superiors on account of the incursion into China to retaliate for the Chinese warlord's attack on the American supply detachment] I've just seen 34 American GI's with their heads blown off by Chinese troops.
Capt. Tom Reynolds: [Grabs his duffel bag and theatrically dumps its contents on the table: dog tags, wallets and other personal effects of the slain American soldiers] And I wanna' know why.
Gen. Sloan: [Reacting to the pile of dog tags etc. on the table in front of him] This is sickening.
Col. Fred Parkson: Doesn't it strike you that your actions were, to say the least, unprecedented?
Capt. Tom Reynolds: Doesn't it strike you that we're fighting a rather unprecedented kind of war? Isn't that right, general?
Gen. Sloan: Well, it has its bad moments. But in the long run...
Capt. Tom Reynolds: I don't give a damn about the long run if it adds up to this! You can't deny what's been going on or what'll continue to go on unless something's done about it! I know I'm right about this. And if you don't know it, I pity you.

Capt. Tom Reynolds: [explaining a kiss from a nurse] Just a good old American salutation. You'd be surprised at some of the customs of my people.

Capt. Tom Reynolds: [Having entered Carla's bathroom, in which she is bathing in a large bathtub] Is that why you invited me in your bath?
Carla Vesari: Don't be so provincial. In Japan, men and women bathe together.
Capt. Tom Reynolds: This is not Japan, and you well know it.

Capt. Tom Reynolds: [Meeting with his commanding officer at Army headquarters, Calcutta] I want a doctor, Fred, and I want one right away. Or you won't have a single Kachin left.
Col. Fred Parkson: Did you fly down here just to bicker about doctors?
Capt. Tom Reynolds: Among other things. But most important, the doctor. We've only been here a few hours, but I've seen 10, 15 doctors. Where they coming from? Where they going?
Col. Fred Parkson: I'll listen to anything you gotta' say. But just who do you think you are? You and your jungle wallahs coming here, flexing your muscles. You're not the only guys fighting a backwash war.
Capt. Tom Reynolds: We're the only ones without a doctor.
Col. Fred Parkson: Find yourself an unassigned doctor, and I'll tag him for your outfit.

Capt. Tom Reynolds: [Parting words to Carla before heading back to the Kachins] You've taken up with a no-good G.I... who's gonna' keep you barefoot and pregnant and on the edge of town. We're gonna' be married. I'll be back. Learn to cook.

Capt. Tom Reynolds: [Referring to the American supply detachment that is supposed to truck weapons from the Chinese border to Reynolds and his men in support of their impending raid on Ubachi airfield] That's a lousy detail. I'd rather shinny up a thorn tree with an armful of eels.

Capt. Tom Reynolds: [the new doctor is nonchalantly whistling while attending the injured from the previous night's ambush on the camp] All right, doc, knock off the whistling. Nobody's interested in how medically unconcerned you are.

Capt. Tom Reynolds: [Upon seeing a Sadhu - a Hindu ascetic holy man - while they are visiting a shrine] Danny lived like that once.
Capt. Danny De Mortimer: For a while, but I couldn't stand it. So I came back to the world of men and their commodities. I couldn't stand that, either.

Capt. Tom Reynolds: [while checking in at the hotel, receiving an unexpected invite from Nikko Regas] Well, we're invited to a party tonight. By Mr. Nikko Regas.
Capt. Danny De Mortimer: [Suspicious about how Regas knew they were there] And how did he know? There's something spooky about that man.
Capt. Tom Reynolds: How can you say that? He's the squarest shooter on the road to Mandalay.
Capt. Danny De Mortimer: I wish I had a copy of 'Who 's Who in India.' Or 'The Bombay Police Blotter.' I'd like to look up friend Regas.
Capt. Tom Reynolds: Anybody who invites *us* to a party can't be all that bad. And let's not bite the hand that buys the booze.