Hacksaw Ridge2016

Smitty Ryker:
[BREATHING HEAVILY] [GROANING SOFTLY]

Howell:
There's something off in your presentation, Private. Can't place it. Is it your hair? Is it the wrinkle in your trousers?

Smitty Ryker:
I have a knife in my foot, Sergeant.

Howell:
Oh, yes, of course, that's it. The knife. What is your name, soldier?

Smitty Ryker:
Smitty Ryker.

Howell:
No, your name is Private Idiot. Do you know why?

Smitty Ryker:
Because I have a knife in my foot.

Howell:
Who placed the knife there, Private?

Smitty Ryker:
It was an accident, Sarge. We was playing Stretch.

Howell:
I am heartened by the knowledge you did not place it there with intention. Who threw the knife?

Kirzinski:
I did, Sergeant. Private Kirzinski.

Howell:
You look part Indian. To what tribe do you belong, son?

Kirzinski:
No, I'm Polish.

Howell:
Wrong. I believe you must have Cherokee or Shawnee blood in you.

Kirzinski:
No, Sergeant.

Howell:
Are you contradicting me, you wagon-burning son of a b*tch?

Kirzinski:
No, Sergeant!

Howell:
Let me see your Indian war cry, son.

Kirzinski:
I don't...

Howell:
[IMITATING WAR CRY]

Howell & Kirzinski:
[BOTH IMITATING WAR CRY]

Howell:
Louder! Let me see it.

Kirzinski:
[IMITATES WAR CRY LOUDER]

Howell:
What is your animal spirit? Are you a garter snake?

Kirzinski:
No, Sergeant!

Howell:
Are you a chipmunk?

Kirzinski:
No, Sergeant!

Howell:
Are you a dancing reindeer?

Kirzinski:
No, Sergeant!

Howell:
Are you contradicting me, Private?

Kirzinski:
No, Sergeant!

Howell:
Good. Then I shall henceforth call you "Chief" as a sign of great respect to your people.

Kirzinski:
Thank you, Sergeant!