Sergeant York (1941)
Pastor Rosier Pile: See that rock, Alvin? You've been plowin' around that rock a heap o' years.
Alvin: Sure have!
Pastor Rosier Pile: Did you ever think when you start plowin' yer furrows crooked, it's mighty hard to get 'em straight again?
Alvin: I never thought on it much.
Pastor Rosier Pile: It's that-a-way, I reckon, with other things 'sides plowin'. Satan's got ya by the shirt tail, Alvin!
Alvin: Well I'm as much agin' killin' as ever, sir. But it was this way, Colonel. When I started out, I felt just like you said, but when I hear them machine guns a-goin', and all them fellas are droppin' around me... I figured them guns was killin' hundreds, maybe thousands, and there weren't nothin' anybody could do, but to stop them guns. And that's what I done.
Maj. Buxton: Do you mean to tell me that you did it to save lives?
Alvin: Yes sir, that was why.
Maj. Buxton: [amazed] Well, York, what you've just told me is the most extraordinary thing of all!
Alvin: What we done in France, we had to do. And some as done it, didn't come back, and that kind of thing ain't for buying and selling.
Pastor Rosier Pile: War's way to the other side of the ocean, Alvin. Lots of things can happen before you get there. You put your trust in the Lord, and He'll look out for you.
Alvin: I done forgot the Lord! I ain't never gonna forget him again!
'Pusher' Ross: Five'll get you ten that guy knocks off your whole sauerkraut army!
German Major: There are twenty five machine guns on that ridge. Tell him it's useless.
'Pusher' Ross: What did you say?
German Major: I said tell him it's useless!
'Pusher' Ross: Well, you tell 'im. You talk better English than I do!
Sergeant: Where did ya learn to shoot York?
Alvin: Well I ain't never *learned* Sergeant! Folks back home used to say I could shoot a rifle before I was *weaned*, but they was exaggeratin' some.
Alvin: Therefore, render unto Caesar the things that are Caesar's, and unto God the things that are God's.
Sgt. Early: [at the target range] Remember, guys, you're usin' real live ammunition! A bullet hasn't got any brains! It'll hit whatever you're aimin' at, so don't start murdering each other!
Alvin: [warning German Major] Say, this gun touches off pretty easy!
Gracie Williams: Folks say you're no good, 'ceptin' for fighting and hell-raising.
Ike Botkin: Ain't nobody ever cut 5 centers, lessen' it were Daniel Boone.
Rosie York: Ma, what're they fighin' for over there?
Mother York: Don't rightly know, Child. Don't rightly know.
Drummer: [remarking on the area's isolation] What I'd like to know is, how do you fellows get into this valley?
Zeke: We was born here!
[Alvin puts a handful of dirt onto a plate at the table and pushes it toward his mother]
Mother York: That there's bottom land soil, ain't it? Queer how the folks on the bottom looks down on the folks on the top. It was always that way. No changin' it!
Alvin: I'm gonna *get* us a piece of bottom land!
Mother York: Your pa set out to get a piece of bottom land once. Nary a man ever tried any harder! Liked to *kill* hisself tryin'!
Alvin: I ain't a-goin' to war. War's killin', and the book's agin' killin! So war is agin' the book!
Alvin: You see I believe in the bible and I'm a-believin' that this here life we're a-livin' is something the lord done give us and we got to be a-livin' it the best we can, and I'm a-figurin' that killing other folks ain't no part of what he was intendin' for us to be a-doin' here.
Sergeant: I'm a-knowing where there's a piece of bottom land to be had, and I'm a-going to get it.
Mother York: [impressed by his determination] Maybe you will...
Zeke: I heerd my daddy talkin' 'bout fightin' Yankees, and my granddaddy done fight in the Revolution. Sure wish I was a young fella.
'Pusher' Ross: An' you haven't even seen a subway?
Alvin: I ain't never even heerd o' one.
'Pusher' Ross: 'Heerd'? 'heerd' What kind o' talk is that? Do they all talk that kind of English where you come from?
Alvin: Well there ain't any English people down our way - just Americans.
Cockney Soldier: Any of you blokes got a cigarette?
Bert Thomas: Yeah.
Cockney Soldier: Thanks. You know, you Yanks got here in the nick of time. We were running shy of these. Besides, we could do with some help.
Cockney Soldier: Look out!
Cockney Soldier: It takes a while, but you'll learn when to flop and when not to. They say you never hear the one that hits you. Bah - that's only half the truth.
Cockney Soldier: The whole truth is that if you hears it, you've got a chance. Duck! See what I mean?
Cockney Soldier: Heinie's got the range good.
'Pusher' Ross: Yeah. A guy could get killed round here.
Bert Thomas: Duck!
Cockney Soldier: Don't be afraid - this one will pass over. See? Takes time it do, but you'll get the 'ang of it.
[another shell whistles]
Cockney Soldier: Duck again!
Cockney Soldier: If that was shrapnel now, we wouldn't be flopping at all.
Cockney Soldier: We only flop when...
[notices Bert has been hit]
'Pusher' Ross: Okay, Bert, the express has gone through.
[realises Bert is dead]
'Pusher' Ross: Bert!
Cockney Soldier: If one's got your name on it, there's nothing you can do.