Band of Brothers, Day of Days

Winters:
Flash!

Hall:
Shit!

Winters:
I don't think that's the correct reply, trooper. I say "flash", you say "thunder".

Hall:
Yes, sir. Thunder, sir.

Winters:
So, you're a radioman?

Hall:
Yes, sir. Well, that is, until I lost my radio in the jump. I'm sure I'll get chewed out for that.

Winters:
Well, if you were in my company, I would tell you that you were a rifleman first and a radioman second.

Hall:
Yes, sir. Maybe you can say that to my CO when we find him...IF we find him.

Hall:
I wonder if everybody else is as lost as we are.

Winters:
We're not lost, Private. We're in Normandy.

Guarnere:
Let the Krauts cook their own goddamn food. How are we doing, Malarkey?

Malarkey:
We're doing good.

Buck:
Yeah? What the hell do you know about cooking; you're Irish.

Malarkey:
Sir, if you have a reservation someplace else, I'd be happy to go with you. [Winters shows up]

Winters:
Jeez! Did something just die in here?

Buck:
Where you hit, Pop?

Popeye Wynn:
I can't believe I f***ed up. My ass, sir.

Buck:
Your ass? [Lt. Compton checks his wound] Holy shit.

Winters:
That night, I took time to thank God for seeing me through that day of days and prayed I would make it through D plus 1. And if, somehow, I managed to get home again, I promised God and myself that I would find a quiet piece of land someplace and spend the rest of my life in peace.