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: Sir... I have an opinion on this matter. Captain Miller
: Well, by all means, share it with the squad. Private Jackson
: Well, from my way of thinking, sir, this entire mission is a serious misallocation of valuable military resources. Captain Miller
: Yeah. Go on. Private Jackson
: Well, it seems to me, sir, that God gave me a special gift, made me a fine instrument of warfare. Captain Miller
: Reiben, pay attention. Now, this is the way to gripe. Continue, Jackson. Private Jackson
: Well, what I mean by that, sir, is... if you was 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. Private Reiben
: Oh, that's brilliant, bumpkin. Hey, so, Captain, what about you? I mean, you don't gripe at all? Captain Miller
: I don't gripe to *you*, Reiben. I'm a captain. There's a chain of command. Gripes go up, not down. Always up. You gripe to me, I gripe to my superior officer, so on, 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. Private Reiben
: I'm sorry, sir, but uh... let's say you weren't a captain, or maybe I was a major. What would you say then? Captain Miller
: 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." Mellish
] He's good. Private Caparzo
: I love him.
[they make mocking kissy-faces at each other
: You wanna explain the math of this to me? I mean, where's the sense of riskin' the lives of the eight of us to save one guy? Captain Miller
: Twenty degrees. Anybody wanna answer that? Medic Wade
: Reiben, think about the poor bastard's mother. Private Reiben
: Hey, Doc, I got a mother, all right? I mean, you got a mother. Sarge's got a mother. I mean, shit, I bet even the captain's got a mother.
[he turns and looks at Miller, who has a bemused expression on his face
] Private Reiben
: Well, maybe not the captain, but the rest of us got mothers. Upham
: "Theirs not to reason why, theirs but to do and die." Mellish
: La-la, la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la. What the fuck is that supposed to mean, Corporal, huh? We're all supposed to die, is that it? Captain Miller
: Upham's talking about our duty as soldiers. Upham
: Yes, sir. Captain Miller
: We all have orders, and we have to follow 'em. That supersedes everything, including your mothers. Upham
: Yes, sir. Thank you sir. Private Reiben
: Even if you think the mission's FUBAR, sir? Captain Miller
: *Especially* if you think the mission's FUBAR.
: Stars. Lieutenant Dewindt
: Yeah, Brigadier General Amend, deputy commander, 101st. Some fucking 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 fucking 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.
: I got a bad feeling about this one. Captain Miller
: When was the last time you felt good about anything?
: You wouldn't shoot the kraut and now you're gonna shoot me? Sergeant Horvath
: He's better than you.
: 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?
[talking about how to disable the tanks
] 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, then coat the whole thing with axel grease. Now when you throw it, it should stick. Its a bomb that sticks, its a "sticky bomb". Think of a better way to knock out the tracks, I'm all ears. Private Reiben
: This is great, now we gotta surrender our socks.
: [shouts at Private Ryan
] Hey asshole! Two of our guys died trying to find you, all right?
: Get your gear. Let's go.
[Reiben stays put
] 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?
[walks over to Miller
] 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 fuck'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?
: 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.
: 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."
: 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.
[talking about Capt. Miller
] 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!
: [after Reiben courageously saves Ryan from being hit by a tank shell
] . RYAN!
[run to the building Reiben pulled Ryan behind
] Captain Miller
: Ryan. Private Ryan
: [to Reiben, who is sitting on Ryan
] Get off of me! Captain Miller
: Are you all right? Private Ryan
: Uhh! GET OFF OF ME! Private Reiben
: Yeah. I'm fine too Captain. Thanks.
: [after staring at Caparzo's dead body
] Fuck Ryan.
: You and I are taking a squad over to Neuville on a public relations mission. Sergeant Horvath
: What, you leading a squad? Captain Miller
: Some private in the 101st lost three brothers and he's got a ticket home. Sergeant Horvath
: How come Neuville? Captain Miller
: Eh, they think he's up there somewhere, part of all those airborne misdrops. Sergeant Horvath
: It's not gonna be easy finding one particular soldier in the middle of this whole goddamn war. Captain Miller
: Like finding a needle in a stack of needles. Sergeant Horvath
: But what about the company? Captain Miller
: We take the pick of the litter and the rest get folded into Baker. Sergeant Horvath
: Jesus Christ. They took away your company? Captain Miller
: Wasn't my company, it was the Army's. So they told me, anyway. Give me Reiben on BAR, Jackson, Wade, Beasley, and Caparzo. Sergeant Horvath
: Beasley's dead. Captain Miller
: All right, Mellish then. We got anybody speaks French? Sergeant Horvath
: Not that I know of. Captain Miller
: What about Talbot? Sergeant Horvath
: This morning. Captain Miller
: Oh... all right. I'm gonna try to dig up another interpreter. Assemble at battalion motor pool on the beach. Sergeant Horvath
: Yes, sir. Listen up... Private Caparzo
: What are we gonna do? Sergeant Horvath
: What? Private Caparzo
: What are we gonna do? Sergeant Horvath
: You're goin' home wrapped in an American flag with a hunk of cheese in your ass, Caparzo, you smart-ass! Now listen up... Private Reiben
: I thought you liked it in the ass. Sergeant Horvath
: What? Private Reiben
: I thought you liked it in the ass!
: [On Omaha Beach
] Reuben! Hey, Reiben! Where's your BAR? Private Reiben
: Bottom of the channel sir. The bitch tried to drown me.