Band of Brothers

Martin:
Hey, Frank, you keep cleaning those teeth the Germans are going to see you a mile away. Shoot ya dead.

Perconte:
[brushing teeth] That's right, Pee Wee, you keep laughin'.

Sisk:
[Doc Roe shows up] Hey, Doc. [Roe opens Perconte's pack and starts dumping it out]

Perconte:
Doc, that's my stuff. Aww, come on, Doc...

Doc Roe:
What, you got a drug store in here?

Perconte:
No, I own my stuff! Well, what are you looking for?

Doc Roe:
Scissors. [Pockets the scissors] Thank you, Perconte.

[Doc Roe gets out of the foxhole and leaves. Perconte looks after him in disbelief.]

Perconte:
Took my goddamn scissors!