Saving Private Ryan

Captain Miller:
"The Statue of Liberty is kaput" - that's disconcerting.

Gen. George C. Marshall:
I have here a very old letter, written to a Mrs. Bixby in Boston. "Dear Madam: I have been shown in the files of the War Department a statement of the Adjutant-General of Massachusetts that you are the mother of five sons who have died gloriously on the field of battle. I feel how weak and fruitless must be any words of mine which should attempt to beguile you from the grief of a loss so overwhelming. But I cannot refrain from tendering to you the consolation that may be found in the thanks of the Republic they died to save. I pray that our heavenly Father may assuage the anguish of your bereavement, and leave you only the cherished memory of the loved and lost, and the solemn pride that must be yours to have laid so costly a sacrifice upon the altar of freedom. Yours very sincerely and respectfully, Abraham Lincoln."

Captain Miller:
I don't gripe to you. I don't gripe in front of you. You should know that.

Private Reiben:
Sorry, sir, but let's say you weren't a Captain, or maybe I was a Major. What would you say then?

Captain Miller:
In that case, I'd say this is an excellent mission, sir, with an extremely valuable objective, sir. Worthy of my best efforts, sir. Moreover, I feel heartfelt sorrow for the mother of Private James Ryan and am willing to lay down the lives of me and my men - -especially you, Reiben - -to ease her suffering.

Captain Miller:
Caparzo, get that kid back up there!

Private Caparzo:
Captain, the decent thing to do would be take her over to the next town.

Captain Miller:
We're not here to do the decent thing, we're here to follow f***ing orders!

Private Reiben:
You want to explain the math of this to me? I mean, where's the sense in risking the lives of the eight of us to save one guy?

Captain Miller:
Anyone wanna answer that?

Medic Wade:
Hey, think about the poor bastard's mother.

Private Reiben:
Hey, Wade, I got a mother, you got a mother, the sarge has got a mother. I'm willing to bet that even the Captain's got a mother. Well, maybe not the Captain, but the rest of us have got mothers.

Private Jackson:
Be not that far from me, for trouble is near; haste Thee to help me.

Private Jackson:
Blessed be the Lord my strength, which teacheth my hands to war, and my fingers to fight.

Private Jackson:
My goodness, and my fortress; my high tower, and my deliverer; my shield, and he in whom I trust; who subdueth my people under me.

Private Jackson:
O my God, I trust in thee: let me not be ashamed, let not mine enemies triumph over me.

Private Jackson:
Seems to me, Cap'n, this mission is a serious misallocation of valuable military resources.

Private Jackson:
Well, sir, seems to me, God gave me a special gift, fashioned in me a fine instrument of warfare.

Sergeant Horvath:
I don't know. Part of me thinks the kid's right. He asks what he's done to deserve this. He wants to stay here, fine. Let's leave him and go home. But then another part of me thinks, what if by some miracle we stay, then actually make it out of here. Someday we might look back on this and decide that saving Private Ryan was the one decent thing we were able to pull out of this whole godawful mess. Like you said, Captain, maybe we do that, we all earn the right to go home.

Captain Miller:
Earn this.

Captain Miller:
James... I'm here to tell you your brothers were killed in combat. They're dead.

Private Ryan:
Which one, sir?

Captain Miller:
All of them.

Sergeant Horvath:
You don't know when to shut up; you don't know HOW to shut up!

Sergeant Horvath:
Stars

Lieutenant Dewindt:
Yeah, Brigadier General Amend, deputy commander, 101st. Some f***ing genius had the great idea of welding a couple of steel plates onto our deck to keep the general safe from ground fire. Unfortunately, they forgot to tell me about it until we were just getting airborne. Well, that's like trying to fly a freight train. OK? Gross overload. Trim characteristics all shot to hell. I nearly broke both my arms trying to keep her level. And when- and when we released, you know I cut as hard as I could, tried to gain some altitude and still keep her from stalling. We came down like a f***ing meteor. And that is how we ended up. And the others, they stopped easy enough OK, though, you know? We were just-we were just too damn heavy, you know? The grass was wet, downward slope and all. 22 guys dead.

Captain Miller:
All that for a general?

Lieutenant Dewindt:
One man.

Private Reiben:
Lot of that going around.

Private Reiben:
I got a bad feeling about this one.

Captain Miller:
When was the last time you felt good about anything?

Captain Miller:
Well when I think of home, I... I think of something specific. I think of my, my hammock in the backyard or my wife pruning the rosebushes in a pair of my old work gloves.

Private Ryan:
This, this one night, two of my brothers came and woke me up in the middle of the night. And they said they had a surprise for me. So they took me to the barn up in the loft and there was my oldest brother, Dan, with Alice, Alice Jardine. I mean, picture a girl who just took a nosedive from the ugly tree and hit every branch coming down. And... and Dan's got his shirt off and he's working on this bra and he's tryin to get it off and all of a sudden Shawn just screams out, Danny you're a young man, don't do it! And so Alice Jardine hears this and she screams and she jumps up and she tries to get running out of the barn but she's still got this shirt over her head. She goes running right into the wall and knocks herself out. So now Danny's just so mad at us. He, he starts coming after us, but... but at the same time Alice is over there unconscious. He's gotta wa... , wake her up. So he grabs her by a leg and he's drag, dragging her. At the same time he picks up a shovel. And he's going after Shawn, and Shawn's saying, what are you trying to hit me for? I just did you a favor! And so this makes Dan more angry. He tries to swing this thing, he looses the shovel, goes outta his grasp and hits a kerosene lantern. The thing explodes, the whole barn almost goes up because of this thing. That was it. That was the last, that was, Dan went off to basic the next day. That was the last night the four of us were together. That was two years ago. Tell me about your wife and those rosebushes?

Captain Miller:
No, no that one I save just for me.

Private Jackson:
What I mean, sir, is if you was to put me with this here sniper rifle anywhere up to and including one mile from Adolf Hitler... with a clean line of sight... well, pack your bags, boys. War's over.

Captain Miller:
It's like finding a needle in a stack of needles.

Captain Miller:
He better be worth it. He better go home and cure a disease, or invent a longer-lasting light bulb.

Captain Miller:
You see, when... when you end up killing one your men, you see, you tell yourself it happened so you could save the lives of two or three or ten others. Maybe a hundred others. Do you know how many men I've lost under my command?

Sergeant Horvath:
How many?

Captain Miller:
Ninety-four. But that means I've saved the lives of ten times that many, doesn't it? Maybe even 20, right? Twenty times as many? And that's how simple it is. That's how you... that's how you rationalize making the choice between the mission and the man.

Private Reiben:
You wouldn't shoot the kraut and now you're gonna shoot me?

Sergeant Horvath:
He's better than you.

Sergeant Horvath:
This time the mission is the man.

Captain Miller:
Sometimes I wonder if I've changed so much, my wife is even gonna recognize me whenever it is I get back to her, and how I'll ever be able to, tell about days like today. Ahh, Ryan. I don't know anything about Ryan, I don't care. The man means nothing to me; he's just a name. But if, you know, if going to Rem"al, and finding him so he can go home, if that earns me the right to get back to my wife, well then, then that's my mission.

Captain Miller:
Things have taken a turn for the surreal.

Private Ryan:
Picture a girl who took a nosedive from the ugly tree and hit every branch on the way down.

Private Ryan:
Hell, these guys deserve to go home as much as I do. They've fought just as hard.

Captain Miller:
Is that what I'm supposed to tell your mother when she gets another folded American flag?

Private Ryan:
You can tell her that when you found me, I was with the only brothers I had left. And that there was no way I was deserting them. I think she'd understand that.

Captain Hamill:
You got to take Caen so you can take Saint Lo.

Captain Miller:
You've got to take Saint Lo to take Valognes.

Captain Hamill:
Valognes you got Cherbourg.

Captain Miller:
Cherbourg you got Paris.

Captain Hamill:
Paris you got Berlin.

Captain Miller:
And then that big boat home.

Sergeant Horvath:
Captain, if your mother saw you do that, she'd be very upset!

Captain Miller:
I'm not you or my mother!

Private Reiben:
What's the saying? "If God's on our side, who the hell could be on theirs?"

Upham:
"If God is for us, who could be against us?"

Private Reiben:
Yeah, what'd I say?

Private Reiben:
I'm just saying, this seems like an unnecessary risk considering our objective, sir.

Captain Miller:
Our objective is to win the war.

Captain Miller:
I'll see you on the beach

Captain Miller:
Mike, Are you all right?

Sergeant Horvath:
I just got the wind knocked out of me. I'm fine!

Captain Miller:
you take a standard G.I sock, cram it with as much Composition B as it can hold, rig up a simple fuse, the coat the whole thing with axel grease. now when you throw it, it should stick. its a bomb that sticks, it a "sticky bomb". think of a better way to knock out the tracks and im all ears.

Private Reiben:
This is great, now we have to surrender our socks.

Captain Miller:
I just know that every man I kill, the farther away from home I feel.

Captain Miller:
Back home, when I'd tell people what I do for a living, they'd think, "Well, yeah, that figures." But over here, it's a... a big mystery. So I guess I've changed some.

Private Ryan:
Uh sir? Where am I to be during all this?

Captain Miller:
No more than two feet away from me. And that's not negotiable.

Captain Miller:
Get your gear. Let's go.

Sergeant Horvath:
You heard him, gear up. Your captain just gave you an order.

Private Reiben:
Yeah, like the one he gave to take this machine gun. That was a real doosey, wasn't it?

Sergeant Horvath:
Soldier, you are way out of line!

Private Reiben:
Yes sir, that was one hell of a call coming to take this nest, but hell, we only lost one of our guys going for it. That's right, I hope Mama Ryan's real f***'n happy knowing that Little Jimmy's life is a little bit more important than two of our guys! But then again we haven't found him yet have we? Have we?

Sergeant Horvath:
That's quite a view.

Captain Miller:
Yes it is. Quite a view.

Lieutenant Dewindt:
FUBAR.

Private Reiben:
FUBAR.

Sergeant Horvath:
FUBAR.

Captain Miller:
FUBAR

Private Jackson:
Y'all got that right.

Corporal Upham:
I looked up fubar in the German dictionary and there's no fubar in here.

Corporal Upham:
Uh, Caparzo, right?

Private Caparzo:
Hey Corporal, drop dead! And another thing, whenever you salute the Captain you make him an open target for the Germans so don't do it, especially when I'm standing near him!

Private Jackson:
I wouldn't venture out there fellas. This sniper's got talent.

Private Reiben:
You know what that song reminds me of? It reminds me of Mrs. Rachel Troubowitz and what she said to me the day I left for basic.

Mellish:
What, don't touch me?

Private Reiben:
No, Mrs. Rachel Troubowitz was our super's wife. She comes into my mom's shop to try on a few things, all right? And she's easily like a uh, a 44 double E. These things are massive. And I've got her convinced that she's like a 42D, all right. So we're in the dressing room, she's trying to squeeze into this side cut, silk ribbonned, triple panel girdle with the uh, shelf-lift brassiere and it's beautiful because she's just pouring outta this thing, you know? It's beautiful. And she sees me and she can tell I got a hard on the size of the statue of liberty, all right? And she says to me, "Richard, calm down." And she says, "Now when you're over there, if you see anything that upsets you, if you're ever scared, I want you to close your eyes and think of these. You understand?" So I said, "Yes, ma'am."

Captain Miller:
James Francis Ryan from Iowa?

Private Ryan:
Yes sir. How'd you guess that?

Old James Ryan:
Tell me I've led a good life.

Ryan's Wife:
What?

Old James Ryan:
Tell me I'm a good man.

Ryan's Wife:
You *are*.

Gen. George C. Marshall:
That boy is alive. We are gonna send somebody to find him. And we are gonna get him the Hell... outta there.

Captain Miller:
Whose goin' left?

Private Jackson:
I'll do it. I'll go left.

Medic Wade:
Actually, the trick to falling asleep is trying to stay awake.

Mellish:
How is that, Wade?

Medic Wade:
Well, when my mother was an intern, she used to work late through the night... sleep through the day. So the only time we'd ever get to talk about anything is when she'd get home. So what I... I used to do, I used to lie in my bed and try to stay awake as long as I could, but it never worked 'cause... 'cause the harder I'd try, the faster I'd fall asleep.

Private Reiben:
Yeah well, that wouldn't have mattered none in my house. My ma, she would've come home, shook me awake, chatted me up 'til dawn. I swear that woman was never too tired to talk.

Mellish:
That was probably the only time she could get a word in.

Medic Wade:
Only thing is, sometimes she'd come home early, and I'd pretend to be asleep

Mellish:
Who, your mom?

Medic Wade:
Yeah. She'd stand in the doorway looking at me... and I'd just keep my eyes shut. And I knew she just wanted to find out about my day - that she came home early... just to talk to me. And I still wouldn't move... I'd still pretend to just be asleep. I don't know why I did that.

Corporal Upham:
"Theirs is not to reason why, theirs is but to do or die."

Corporal Upham:
"War educates the senses, calls into action the will, perfects the physical constitution, brings men into such swift and close collision in critical moments that man measures man."

Captain Miller:
I guess that's Emerson's way of finding the bright side.

Steamboat Willie:
Please, I like America! Fancy schmancy! What a cinch! Go fly a kite! Cat got your tongue! Hill of beans! Betty Boop, what a dish. Betty Grable, nice gams.

Steamboat Willie:
singing: I say can you see! I say can you see! I... I say...

Steamboat Willie:
F*** Hitler. F*** Hitler!

Corporal Upham:
Reiben, so you even know where he went to school?

Private Reiben:
Cap'n didn't go to school, they assembled him at OSC outta spare body parts of dead GIs.

Private Caparzo:
You gotta pay attention to detail, I know exactly where he's from and I know exactly what he did 'cuz I pay attention to detail.

Private Jackson:
Hey, Upham, careful you don't step in the bullshit!

Gen. George C. Marshall:
My dear Mrs Ryan: It's with the most profound sense of joy that I write to inform you your son, Private James Ryan, is well and, at this very moment, on his way home from European battlefields. Reports from the front indicate James did his duty in combat with great courage and steadfast dedication, even after he was informed of the tragic loss your family has suffered in this great campaign to rid the world of tyranny and oppresion. I take great pleasure in joining the Secretary of War, the men and women of the U.S. Army, and the citizens of a grateful nation in wishing you good health and many years of happiness with James at your side. Nothing, not even the safe return of a beloved son, can compensate you, or the thousands of other American families, who have suffered great loss in this tragic war. I might share with you some words which have sustained me through long, dark nights of peril, loss, and heartache. And I quote: "I pray that our Heavenly Father may assuage the anguish of your bereavement, and leave you only the cherished memory of the loved and lost, and the somlemn pride that must be yours to have laid so costly a sacrifice upon the alter of freedom." -Abraham Lincoln. Yours very sincerely and respectfully, George C. Marshall, General, Chief of Staff.

Private Jackson:
F***ed up beyond all recognition.

Upham:
FUBAR.

Sergeant Horvath:
Maybe I should go up the middle, sir.

Captain Miller:
The way you run? I don't think so.

Sergeant Horvath:
Maybe I should go up the left, sir.

Captain Miller:
Maybe you should shut up!

Capt. Miller:
[Goes to soldiers huddled behind a beach obstacle] The seawall! Move up to the seawall!

Soldier:
Sir, I'm staying!

Capt. Miller:
Clear this beach, make way for the others!

Soldier:
This is all we've got between us and the Almighty!

Capt. Miller:
Every inch of this beach has been pre-sighted! You stay here, you're dead men!

Capt. Miller:
Sergeant Horvath! Do you recognize where we are?

Sgt. Horvath:
Right where we're supposed to be, but no one else is!

Soldier:
Nobody's where they're supposed to be!

Capt. Miller:
Is this all, all that's made it?

Sgt. Horvath:
We're scattered pretty bad, sir. There's bound to be more of us.

Capt. Miller:
Not enough. This is not enough.

Sgt. Horvath:
Dog One exit, it's got to be that cut on the right, or is it the one on the left? Sh*t!

Capt. Miller:
No, no, no, Vierville is to the west of us, this is Dog One.

Soldier:
They're killing us! And we don't have a f***ing chance, and that ain't fair!

Sgt. Horvath:
Reiben, where's your BAR?

Pvt. Reiben:
The bottom of the channel, sir, the b*tch tried to drown me.

Sgt. Horvath:
Find a replacement.

Sgt. Horvath:
[looking down on a beach strewn with dead American soldiers.] That's quite a view.

Capt. Miller:
Yes it is. Quite a view.

Capt. Miller:
You and I are taking a squad up to Neuville on a public relations mission.

Sgt. Horvath:
What, you're leading a squad?

Capt. Miller:
Some private in the 101st lost 3 brothers and he's got a ticket home.

Sgt. Horvath:
How come Neuville?

Capt. Miller:
They think he must be there along with all the other airborne misdrops.

Sgt. Horvath:
It isn't going to be easy trying to find one soldier in the middle of this whole goddamn war.

Capt. Miller:
Like trying to find a needle in a stack of needles.

Sgt. Horvath:
What about the company?

Capt. Miller:
We take the pick of the litter and the rest get folded into Baker.

Sgt. Horvath:
Geez, they took away your company?

Capt. Miller:
Wasn't my company, was the Army's, or so they told me anyway. Get me Reiben on BAR, Jackson, Wade, Beasley, and Caparzo.

Sgt. Horvath:
Beasley's dead.

Capt. Miller:
Alright, Mellish, then. Got anybody who speaks French?

Sgt. Horvath:
Not that I know of.

Capt. Miller:
What about Talbot?

Sgt. Horvath:
This morning.

Capt. Miller:
Oh.

Pvt. Caparzo:
Where are we going?

Sgt. Horvath:
You're going to be sent home wrapped in an American flag with a hunk of cheese in your ass, Caparzo, you smart-ass.

Pvt. Reiben:
Wait, I thought you liked it in the ass.

Sgt. Horvath:
What?

Pvt. Reiben:
I thought you liked it in the ass.

Pvt. Mellish:
[Upham gives him a tap on the shoulder] Hey! You want to get your head blown off, you fancy little f***? Don't ever f***ing touch me with those dirty little rat claws again. Get the f*** back in formation.

Cpl. Upham:
I was just wondering where you're from, that's...[Mellish glares at him. Upham walks ahead to Caparzo] Uh, Caparzo, is that it?

Pvt. Caparzo:
Hey, drop dead, corporal.

Cpl. Upham:
Got you.

Pvt. Caparzo:
And another thing, every time you salute the captain you make him a target for the Germans. So do us a favor, don't do it. Especially when I'm standing next to him. Capisce?

Cpl. Upham:
Alright, capisce.

Medic Wade:
Corporal, what's your book about?

Cpl. Upham:
It's supposed to be about the bonds of brotherhood developed between soldiers during war.

Pvt. Caparzo:
[laughs] Brotherhood? What do you know about brotherhood? Get a load of this guy, Fish. Why don't you ask the captain where he's from?

Pvt. Mellish:
Yeah, ask the captain. He'll tell ya everything you wanna know about him.

Pvt. Reiben:
You want to explain the math of this to me? I mean, where's the sense in risking the lives of the eight of us to save one guy?

Capt. Miller:
[Quietly]Twenty degrees. [Speaks up] Anyone wanna answer that?

Medic Wade:
Hey, Reiben, think about the poor bastard's mother.

Pvt. Reiben:
Hey, doc, I got a mother, you got a mother, the sarge has got a mother. Sh*t, I'll bet that even the Captain's got a mother. [Looks at Miller] Well, maybe not the Captain, but the rest of us have got mothers.

Corp. Upham:
"Ours is not to reason why, ours is but to do and die."

Pvt. Mellish:
La-la-la-la-la-la-la. What the f*** is that supposed to mean, Corporal? We're all supposed to die, is that it?

Capt. Miller:
Upham's talking about our duties as soldiers. We have orders and we are to follow those orders, and that supersedes everything, including our mothers.

Corp. Upham:
Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.

Pvt. Reiben:
Even if you think the mission's FUBAR, Captain?

Capt. Miller:
Especially if you think the mission's FUBAR.

Corp. Upham:
What's FUBAR?

Pvt. Mellish:
Oh, it's German.

Corp. Upham:
[who is fluent in German] Never heard of it.

Pvt. Jackson:
[At Miller] Sir, I have an opinion on this matter.

Capt. Miller:
Well, by all means, share it with the squad.

Pvt. Jackson:
Well, from my way of thinking, sir, this entire mission is a serious misallocation of valuable military resources.

Capt. Miller:
Yeah, go on.

Pvt. Jackson:
Well, it seems to me, sir, that God gave me a special gift. Made me a fine instrument of warfare.

Capt. Miller:
Reiben, now pay attention. THIS is the way to gripe. Continue Jackson.

Pvt. Jackson:
Well, what I mean by that, sir, is if you's to put me and this here sniper rifle, anywhere up to and including one mile of Adolf Hitler with a clear line of sight, sir, pack your bags fellas, war's over. Amen.

Pvt. Reiben:
[At Jackson] Oh, that's brilliant, bumpkin. [At Miller] Say Captain, you don't gripe at all?

Capt. Miller:
I don't gripe to you, Reiben. I'm a Captain. We have a chain of command. Gripes go up, not down. Always up. You gripe to me, I gripe to my superior officer, and so on and so on and so on. I don't gripe to you. I don't gripe in front of you. You should know that, as a Ranger.

Pvt. Reiben:
Well, I'm sorry, sir, but let's say you weren't a Captain, or maybe I was a Major. What would you say then?

Capt. Miller:
Ah, well, in that case, I'd say this is an excellent mission, sir, with an extremely valuable objective, sir, worthy of my best efforts, sir. Moreover, I feel heartfelt sorrow for the mother of Private James Ryan and am willing to lay down my life, and the lives of my men — especially you, Reiben — to ease her suffering.

Pvt. Mellish:
He's good.

Pvt Caparzo:
I love him.

[Miller and his group have arrived at the outskirts of Neuville. Miller is speaking to Hamill.]

Capt. Hamill:
What've you heard? How's it all falling together?

Capt. Miller:
Well, we've got the beachhead secure, problem is Monty's taking his time moving on Caen, we can't move out 'til he's ready.

Capt. Hamill:
That guy's over-rated.

Capt. Miller:
No argument here.

Capt. Hamill:
We gotta take Caen to take St. Lo.

Capt. Miller:
You gotta take St. Lo to take Valognes.

Capt. Hamill:
Valognes, you got Cherbourg.

Capt. Miller:
Cherbourg, you got Paris.

Capt. Hamill:
Paris, you get Berlin.

Capt. Miller:
And then that big boat home.

Capt. Hamill:
How was the road in?

Capt. Miller:
Scenic. We lost most of our ammo.

Pvt. Mellish:
Not to mention one of our men.

Capt. Hamill:
[Speaking to another soldier] Lieutenant, redeploy that bazooka to the other side of the road!

Soldier:
Yes, sir!

Capt. Hamill:
And get Ryan up here.

Soldier:
[Running away from Hamill] Ryan! Ryan! Front and center! Ryan!

Pvt. Reiben:
[Seeing Ryan running down the road] Here comes our boy. [Ryan runs past Reiben. At Horvath.] Told ya he was an a**hole.

James Frederick Ryan:
[At Hamill] Sir, Private Ryan, reporting as ordered, sir!

Capt. Hamill:
At ease. Captain Miller 2nd Rangers wants a word with you.

Capt. Miller:
[Directing Ryan] This way. [Miller stops and sits on a rock] Take a knee. [He does so, taking his helmet off as well. Pause] Private, I'm afraid I have some bad news for you. [Pause] Well, there isn't any real easy way to say this, so, uh...I'll just say it. Your brothers are dead. [Ryan has a saddened look on his face.] We have, uh, orders to come get you 'cause you're going home. [There is a long pause]

James Frederick Ryan:
[crying] Oh, my God, my brothers are dead. I was gonna take 'em fishing when I got home...

Capt. Miller:
I'm so sorry, James.

James Frederick Ryan:
[sniffling] H-How'd they die?

Capt. Miller:
They were killed in action.

James Frederick Ryan:
T-That can't be. That can't be, my brothers are still in grammar school.

Capt. Miller:
You're James Ryan?

James Frederick Ryan:
Yeah.

Capt. Miller:
James Francis Ryan from Iowa?

James Frederick Ryan:
James Frederick Ryan, Minnesota? [Hamill has a confused look on his face] W...Does that mean my brothers are okay?

Capt. Miller:
Yeah, I'm sure they're fine.

James Frederick Ryan:
Are you sure that they're okay though? How-

Capt. Miller:
We're looking for a different Private Ryan. This is just a big foul-up.

Capt. Miller:
Tell, me Reiben, if you had to do it again, how'd you think you'd react the next time?

Pvt. Reiben:
Me? I'd shoot myself before I ever got off the damn boat.

[After letting "Steamboat Willie" go, Reiben confronts Miller]

Pvt. Reiben:
I guess that was the, uh, decent thing to do, huh Captain? [Pause]

Capt Miller:
Get your gear. Let's go.

Sgt. Horvath:
[At Reiben] You heard him. Gear up. [Pause] The captain just gave you an order.

Pvt. Reiben:
Yeah...Like the one he gave to take this machine gun. That was a real doozy, wasn't it Sergent?

Sgt. Horvath:
Soldier, you are way out of line.

Pvt. Reiben:
[At Miller] Yes, sir. That was one hell of a call coming to take this nest, but...The hell, we lost one of our guys going for it. I swear, I hope Mama Ryan's real f***ing happy knowing that little Jimmy's life is a little bit more important than two of our guys! But then again, we haven't even found him yet, have we?! HAVE WE?! [Sgt. Horvath grabs Reiben and throws him to the ground and attempts to grab him again.] Get the hell off me.

Sgt. Horvath:
Reiben, get up. [Reiben gets off the ground] Gear up. Fall in.

Pvt. Reiben:
I'm done with this mission. [Reiben walks away and Horvath runs toward him.]

Sgt. Horvath:
Hey! HEY!

Cpl. Upham:
[At Horvath] Sir...

Sgt. Horvath:
[At Reiben] Don't you walk away from your captain. Reiben, get back in line!

Pvt. Reiben:
No, sir. I'll spend for the rest of my life in the stockade if I have to, but I'm done with this. [Horvath pull out a pistol on him]

Sgt. Horvath:
[Aims the pistol at Reiben] I'm not gonna ask you again, soldier. Fall in!

Cpl. Upham:
Captain!

Pvt. Jackson:
Aw, now this is bullshit.

Sgt. Horvath:
FALL IN.

Pvt. Reiben:
You gonna shoot me over Ryan?

Sgt. Horvath:
No, I'm gonna shoot you 'cause I don't like ya.

Pvt. Jackson:
Sarge, if he wants to go, just let him go!

Cpl. Upham:
[At Miller] Are you letting this happen?! Captain! You see this?!

Pvt. Mellish:
Captain, sir. Sir, Ryan's dead.

Cpl. Upham:
Bullshit!

Pvt. Jackson:
Sir, we have a situation you might...

Cpl. Upham:
That is Bullshit!

Pvt. Mellish:
Captain, I have a sixth sense about these things. I know it in my bones.

Pvt. Reiben:
[At Horvath] You didn't kill that son-of-a-b*tch Kraut, now you're gonna shoot me?

Sgt. Horvath:
He's better than you.

Pvt. Reiben:
Then why don't you just do it, Sarge? Do it man. Put one in my leg and give me that...

Sgt. Horvath:
I'M GONNA SHOOT YOU IN YOUR BIG GODDAMN MOUTH!!!

Pvt. Reiben:
Well, put your money where your mouth is and do it then! Do it! Pull the trigger already!

Sgt. Horvath:
You don't know when to shut up. You don't know how to shut up.

Cpl. Upham:
[At Miller] Captain, please.

Capt. Miller:
[At Upham] What's the pool on me up to?

Sgt. Horvath:
[At Reiben] YOU ARE A COWARD SON-OF-A-B*TCH!!!

Pvt. Reiben:
[At Horvath] I'm waiting, Sarge.

Capt Miller:
[At Horvath; breaks up argument] Mike, what's the pool on me up to? Wha-Wha-What it is up to? Wh-What is it up to? 300? 300 dollars? 300? Is that it? I'm a schoolteacher. [Pause] I teach English composition in this little town called Addley, Pennsylvania. It's uh...Last 11 years, I've been at Thomas Alva Edison High School. I was a coach of a baseball team in the springtime.

Sgt. Horvath:
I'll be doggone.

Capt Miller:
Back home, I tell people what I do for a living, they think, "Well, that figures." But over here, it a...a big...a big mystery. So I guess I changed some. Sometimes, I wonder if I changed so much, if my wife is gonna even recognize me, whenever it is I get back to her. And how I'll ever be able to...to tell her about days like today. Ah, Ryan...I don't know anything about Ryan. I don't care. The man means nothing to me. He's just a name. But if...you know, if going to Ramelle and...finding him so he can go home, if that earns me the right to get back to my wife, well then, that's my mission. [At Reiben] You wanna leave? You wanna go off and fight the war? All right. All right, I won't stop you. I'll even put in the paperwork. Just know, every man I kill, the farther away from home I feel.

That's FUBAR...

Captain John H. Miller:
This Ryan better be worth it. He better go home and cure some disease, or invent a longer-lasting light bulb, or something. Because to tell you the truth, I wouldn't trade ten Ryans for one Vecchio or one Caparzo.

Captain John H. Miller:
You see, when...when you end up killing one of your men, you tell yourself it happened so you could save the lives of two or three or ten others. Maybe a hundred others.

Captain John H. Miller:
[Dying words, to Private Ryan] James... earn this. Earn it.

Private James Francis Ryan:
Tell her that when you found me, I was here, and I was with the? only brothers that I have left. And that there's no way I was gonna desert them.

Private James Francis Ryan:
[Older James Ryan at Captain Miller's grave] My family is with me today. They wanted to come with me. To be honest with you, I wasn't sure how I'd feel coming back here. Every day I think about what you said to me that day on the bridge. And I've tried to live my life the best I could. I hope that was enough. I hope that at least in your eyes, I've earned what all of you have done for me.