The Steel Helmet (1951)
The Red: I just don't understand you. You can't eat with them unless there's a war. Even then, it's difficult. Isn't that so?
Cpl. Thompson: That's right.
The Red: You pay for a ticket, but you even have to sit in the back of a public bus. Isn't that so?
Cpl. Thompson: That's right. A hundred years ago, I couldn't even ride a bus. At least now I can sit in the back. Maybe in fifty years, sit in the middle. Someday even up front. There's some things you just can't rush.
Sgt. Tanaka: When I get out of this, I'm gonna join the Air Force. No more beetle-crushing for me!
Sgt. Zack: Aw, be smart. There's nothing like the infantry. If you're in a plane and get hit, what happens? You still gotta fall. There's two strikes against you. If you're on a ship and get hit, you can drown. In a tank, you can fry like an egg. But in the infantry, you get hit and that's it. One or the other, you're dead or alive. But you're on the ground. Get wise, there's nothing like the infantry.
Sgt. Tanaka: Is he kidding?
Sergeant Zack: [screaming at critically wounded Korean major as he grabs him from the collar] If you die, I'll kill yuh!
Sergeant Zack: Dead man's nothin' but a corpse. No one cares what he is now.
[while the squad searches Korean civilians]
Pvt. Bronte: They all look alike to me.
Sgt. Zack: Don't you know how to tell the difference, Fat Paul?
Pvt. Bronte: No.
Sgt. Zack: He's South Korean when he's running with you. He's North Korean when he's running AFTER you.
Lt. Driscoll: Well, Sergeant, I told you it was a waste of time.
Sgt. Zack: If I was right all the time I'd be an officer, Lieutenant.
Sergeant Zack: What's that paper on your back for?
Short Round: Prayer to Buddha asking him to heal me if I am wounded.
Sergeant Zack: Oh, yeah? I thought you forgot to take off the pricetag.
Lt. Driscoll: Where's your officer?
Sergeant Zack: Fertilizing a rice paddy with the rest of the patrol.
First GI: I found a dead American.
Cpl. Thompson: Are you sure he's dead? You gotta be sure, you know.
First GI: Half his head is gone.
Cpl. Thompson: I better check.
Sergeant Zack: He said his head was gone. Save your strength.
Sergeant Zack: Look, Lieutenant, you got nuthin' out threre but rice paddies crawlin' with Commies just waitin' to slap you between two big hunks of rye bread and wash you down with fish eggs and vodka.
Second Lieutenant: [looking at the ragtag survivors: Baldy, Zack, Buddha-Head, and Thompson] Say, what kind of outfit is this anyway?
Sergeant Zack: Uh, U. S. Infantry.